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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:39 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:56 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:22 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 9:58 am
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I was never allowed to bring animals home >_< Only once, and technically I didn't bring him home, a friend brought him over and said "Take him, I can't!", so I somehow managed to convince my father to let me keep him. That was Dozer a gigantic orange tabby cat (at the time he was only 2 pounds and 6 months old, and in the first week he doubled in size). He's not around anymore, unfortunately, but before he died, he met Sadie, and a few weeks later we had a mini-Dozer we called Tank (he didn't make it past a few hours), a grey tabby called Nicholas, another grey tabby called Anderson, black and white fluff ball named Sneak, and my baby Lynx. Nicholas and Anderson have great homes and have followed in Dozer's pawprints, both weighing upwards of 20 pounds, but they aren't overweight, just BIG. Sneak and Lynx took after their mother, and are both on the tiny side. Sneak and her mother Sadie stayed with my ex, when we broke up, and I took Lynx home.
Lynx is my baby girl, so I've got to get her feeling better. I tend to have extremely strong attachments to my pets, and it breaks my heart to see her so miserable sad
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:42 pm
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