That little hairy eared Angel is my Spike, she was suppose to be a rat terrier but her momma appeared to be Chihuahua, she's Amish. She stayed by my side for the whole time during my surgeries and through my chemotherapy taking care of me, she would not leave the bed until I did, we were in bed for almost 6 months, she also would obsessively smell my breath than turn away from me, before each cancer diagnosis, now she checks me out occasionally but so far I'm okay, we call her Dr. Spike sometimes, I call her my Angel.
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