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You came into
the world in my hands and left this world in my arms. Twelve
wonderful years with you were not enough, but, alas, that is
the length of time we were allowed. |
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You
were beautiful, fun, sweet, loving, loyal, and the sire of 3
of my Champions. I can't thank God enough for the wonderful
gift of you, Isaiah. Our hearts will always ache for you, dear
friend. |
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Wait for Mama at
the bridge and I will come and sing your favorite song to you,
"Isaiah, Doggy." |
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Isaiah was
the sire of 3 Champions, another pointed son, and a pointed
grand daughter |
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