Never name a dog Dee de Dee. One, it's silly. Two, it's doomed. He was probably only about two months old. He was accidentally weened from his mom because he was sick. Huge in spirit, tiny in body. The body didn't make it. He was just too small. He leaves a really large hole in our lives. We didn't love any of the others less because he was there, we just loved all of them and we fought to keep him with us. It just was not to be.
Anyone who doesn't mourn a pet passing doesn't understand the reason for having one in the first place. RIP little one.
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