Funny how you can get so attached to these little critters.
When my daughter’s little dog Tinks passed away, the dog was almost 17 yrs old and had lived a pretty long life. Still, I cried like a kid. I held her all night and the next morning. I knew she was dying. She passed at 2:00 in the afternoon. I drove down to Huntington Beach to a pet cremation/cemetery and had her cremated. Buried her ashes under a tree that is behind my office.
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