Poor little guy. Inherited a genetic defect from your long haired mother. Only five. Kidneys failed you. went down hill so quickly. Like in two weeks. A month ago you were still catching rabbits. Last week, now ill, you caught a red-bellied black snake. And killed it. You were a legend. More like our dogs. You swum in the dam. Rolled in the dirt. Laughed at the sky and danced with the dogs.
May you shine through eternal rest. Loves from us.
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