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There wasn't a pile of pillows he wouldn't conquer. He gave the best hugs with his manly paws. He flounced down the stairs in the cutest way with his short little legs. He demanded treats, pets, and lap time like the Prince he was.
I will miss him every morning I wake up without his fluffy butt in my face.
RIP Fawkes, 2010-2022
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