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Apr 2020
He was too good for death.        
        Rusty should never have died.      
        My world is diminished now.
        Each day without him thinner air,
        less light, too cold and too hot.
        All dogs go to heaven so they say.
What kind of twisted God condemns
Golden Retrievers to death?
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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