Oh, Missy, digging up these three photos has killed me; we count you as our sister. You were family, not just a pet! My heart breaks every single day that I never got to say a final goodbye to you. It's how, when there was wind outside, you'd start shaking and panting, so I'd pull you in close and we'd cuddle before you thought, "Nah, I want to go back to Mum and Dad's bed," not a care in the world then. And all that chocolate—they say it's bad for dogs, but you were fine your whole life; chocolate didn't affect you once. The vets were always amazed by it
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