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I really hate...
it when I lose a pet. In 2010 someone dropped off a yellow lab. She was an amazing dog. When I put my bunnies out on a sunny day she would lay down near the x-pen and guard them. She had grabbed my youngest nieces clothing and pulled her from the road so she would not be hit by a passing car. She even came and found us when my father fell from a ladder while working on the side of a building. I swear she was the best dog. Sometime Saturday afternoon she left me and went to the Rainbow Bridge. As much as I did not want/need another dog when she was dropped off she quickly found a way into my heart. I was not home when she passed and that just hurts more. I am questioning if I was home if I could of saved her by rushing to the vet. Since it is the weekend and no way to keep her body from decomposing I will never know why she did. So no autopsy. She ran freely on the farm but never strayed from the boundaries. I truly hate this feeling of not knowing what happened, not being at home when it happened and not telling her I loved her one more time. I could leave her and my bunnies together in the house and she would not bother them. She would even sleep with my bunnies.
I so miss you HayGirl. You were the best.
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