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Marshal
Marshal was actually my dog, Karolyn (Kar-Lynn).
I had wanted a Dalmatian
for as long as I could remember. I remember the day my parents
brought him home. I was in the 8th grade and had come home from
school. I saw my dad sitting in the truck and I was wondering what
he was doing just sitting there. He had called me over. When I
walked to the driver door, sitting in his lap was
a little spotted dog. How cute I thought, and asked "Who's
dog is that?" My dad told me he was mine. From that point he became
my baby, my pain in the butt.
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No matter what he did, chewing on
everything, eating the walls, eating my moms plants, digging
everywhere, I still loved him. It's only been a few months since his
passing and I can still sometimes, when it's late at night, or when
I get off of work, hear his bark. I miss my baby, but I know he's in
a better place and one day I'll be with him again. I love him so
very much and am thankful for the joy he brought to my life. He was
with me from age 14 until 27. He lived a long,
happy life. Thank you at WSU Vetmed for allowing him to live on.
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Revised
Aug.
25, 2006
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