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Golden Retriever


Dear Chelsea,

God saw that you were getting tired And a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered "Come with Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating Hard-working paws to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.

We Love You!!!

Dad Mom Mark Dakota Flirt and Sunny Rose