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On Friday, Dec 01, I lost the love and light of my life. My little girl, Theo. She was only four and taken from me so soon, in spite of everything I did and tried to do to keep her safe and healthy. There's so much I could say about the lack of proper, ethical veterinary care in my city, about the corruption and the greed that blinds those who took an oath to treat and care for innocent beings who cannot advocate for themselves. But I won't because I feel empty, drained, and so hopeless at this point. I will, however, tell you about her and what she meant to me. She was less of a puppy and more of a goat, a monkey, a clown - all rolled into this little ball of perfection. She was easily startled but fearless, curious and knowing, calm and patient. She had the sweetest temperament and was so friendly and welcoming of everyone. She rarely, if ever, barked so that you never even knew she was there. This made it super easy for her to be sneaky when she wanted. She was my world. My