In Memory of Willie


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January 28, 1995 — January 24, 2012

I got Willie when he was 8 weeks old. For most of his life it was just the 2 of us. I never had kids so he was my baby. The day I had to let him go was the worst day of my life. I held him as he took his last breath and a part of me went to Rainbow Bridge with him. I got my first and only tattoo this past summer of him with angel wings.

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