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The most tangible thing that keeps me going is my dog/son/little man. He's a black lab that was near death when he came crawling out of the woods and found me. He was about 6 months old and had been shot with birdshot, you could see every rib, he had open sores where he had been left in a muzzle, and was covered in ticks and mange. He's 5 1/2 now and still has horrific nightmares which require me to wake him and he suffers from seperation anxiety. We're like peas and carrots.
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Remember kiddies, panic attacks can be fatal 
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