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| Wilson was truly one of a kind. Adopted when he was five I was able to spend just under four years wrapped in the embrace of his unflagging love. Every day when I come home I look first to the front window, a half-smile on my face, remembering the way his whole body wagged when I came home from my workday. There he'd be right at the front window, a huge smile on his face, tongue flopping from side to side, positively quivering with joy. Every day was like a reunion. Now, Wilson lives only in my heart.
Wilson was my dog. I loved him with all of my heart. And he loved me with all of his. |
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