TC Johnson
July 4, 2005 ~ February 15, 2019
God saw he was getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around him and whispered, “Come with Me.” With tearful eyes we watched him slowly fade away. Although we LOVE him dearly, we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Playful paws were put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the BEST.
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