My Dylan came to me at 10 weeks old. I was ready for all the bad stuff that came with owning a Pitbull. What ended up happening is that everyone who met him loved him. He touched so many people. My boy, who would help me take care of foster kittens, who helped me rehab baby squirrels and raccoons. He even loved my rat. In our life we have many “love of our lives”. He was one of them. Losing 3 loves of my life in 10 months is sometimes too much to bare. Dylan, go find Lola and Roomba and be free my angel. You will always be with me.
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