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He loved to follow the riding lawn
mower around the yard and then go in the woods to dump the
clippings. He loved to ride in the truck and if the door was open he
was getting in! As he grew older, he spent the cold winter nights in
the garage huddled under a blanket with a heater nearby. In his
final moments I held him on my lap and through my tears attempted to
comfort him. I felt the life leave Nike's body as he quickly slipped
away in peace. Nike was my best friend and soul mate who just
happened to be a Dalmatian that left his paw prints all over my
heart. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a
treasure. Nike has become my treasure.
Marcy N.
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