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Chance died this morning around 4:00. I rushed him to an Emergency clinic at 1:30 or 2:00 AM after I saw him fall. I've never heard a yowling/wailing as I did from Chance, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life. I thought he had broken his left foot or leg. Turns out, he had a Saddle...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair...
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