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Gotham He was always nervous when it rained and thundered, I woke up, worried, and then I remembered... His tail stopped wagging the other day, He just laid down too tired to play. We took him to the vet, and did all the tests, but his tail never wagged, he just wanted to rest. After fourteen years of being at our side, We knew in our hearts this time was good bye. So here's to Gotham, we'll miss kissing his white face, Hearing his soft bark, and stepping around his space. May he find a cool tiled floor in heaven, An angel to scratch his back, An endless amount of treats in a bag, And now, may his tail always wag. 1/89-5/03
-By Dawn
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