Max went to meet his maker last week, his suffering finally over. He bounded into heaven, wagging his tail playfully and didn’t fall over or bump into the pearly gates because his cataracts have now fallen away. Once blind as a bat, Max now sees like a hawk. As he rolls over the angels tickle his belly and he runs around the gardens, barking excitedly and...
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