Jared, the best companion during my chemo
Be at peace, my darling poodle. Dream of summer grass, clean forests, and shooting stars. Wake each morn somewhere near Imladris and run with Argos through the halls of Camelot, the ancient stones of Caer Dathyl. Feast beneath the hollow hills on rare red meats and alpine waters. Never grow old, sweet Jared. Never leave Eden.
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