Dear Wittle,

Dear Wittle,

Everytime I look into your little black eyes and you look back at me with your head titled my heart just melts. When you got sick I prayed and made a promise to myself that I would move heaven on earth to make sure you got better. My Prayers were answered and you are all better. I knew then that you will always be my little dude.
Breed: Chihuahua


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