I'm doing better. I'm at peace. After writing yesterdays eulogy, I feel better. Cockleburr was around 6-9 months old when she found us at my Grandmother's farm. So, all the rest of her life, she was loved, aggravated, feed, harassed, kept warm, and healthy by us. I feel better knowing that we always did what we could do for her. She always gave us
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