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On Monday, December 23, a couple of hours before we ended Dessie’s suffering, I took her on our last walk together. After we got back, I got down on the ground, gave her a hug and kiss and told her this:
“I just want you to know that I’ve loved every minute of our walks together. I hope you did too. Your next walk will be with great-grandpa and Bernie. Don’t worry. They’ll take good care of you.”
Thank you for everything, sweet girl. I hope the walks are just as good up there as they were down here. Don’t let BB chase any empty potato chip bags or skunks.
