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RIP FLEA 1993-2007
My dog Flea died in my arms on Sunday on the way back from a trip to my family's cottage. He was only five pounds but he wouldn't take shit from anybody. Try to pet him when he was resting and he just might bite you for your troubles. Yeah, he was ornery at times but I loved the little guy. He was nearly fifteen when he died and with me all my adult life. When I was reading in my bed at night he'd walk up and sit on my open book and lick my face. I'll miss him always...
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