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Our pets are very special |
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We have had many very special pet friends over the years. There would never be enough space to do them all justice. Some big and some small but from horses and cows to turkeys, jack rabbits and little orphaned birds they all had their own individual personalities when the time was taken to get to know them. One of our dearest would have to be our westie, Kesha Bell, who we lost to cancer this past May. She was only 8 years old and will always leave an empty spot in our hearts. |
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Kesha Bell our little clown |
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Big Foot the one nobody wanted |
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Tinker Bell who'll always be a baby |
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My Muffin Man |
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She's not much to look at, as folks all agree. But looks make no difference, she's a real pal to me. She isn't a full blood, or much good on a trail. But she'd never desert me, she's there without fail.
I know when I get to that heavenly land. She'll be there to greet me with a lick on the hand. Her eyes will be saying, "come pal", lets go for a ride. And she never again will stray from my side.
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