Maggie
After losing my grandmother, suddenly, my dad got me an english mastiff to help me cope. She was small, poorly breed and scared of everyone. But she loved me and she would have done anything for me. She was there when days were rough and when I didnt think it would ever be ok, and she was there for me when things were good. If only someone had known what they were doing when they bred her, I would still have her with me today. Thank you, Maggie, for getting my life back on track
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