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For our little buddy Pogo |
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Written by Pogo Sievert
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 Little Pogo. My mom fell in love with you the first time she saw your picture and could not believe how much you looked like Chiliman, who was back in Phoenix with me and whom she missed dearly. With your big brown eyes, who knew the day my mom rescued you what joy you would bring to her. You were her best friend. The day she came to get you on the farm, your white fur was stained yellow, you were skinny and scared. She knew you had a heart murmur but it wasn't until she took you to her vet that she realized how bad the hole in your heart was. The vet didn't think you would live much longer, but you had 4 great years in a safe, warm, caring home with someone who loved and cared for you the way you deserved.
It didn't take long for us to discover why your name was Pogo...whenever you were excited, you jumped, vertically--like a little Pogo stick! You also enjoyed "driving the car", paws on the dashboard, barking at the runners as your momma drove down the street. And you welcomed Chiliman as your new best friend when we came back to Florida. You will live forever in our hearts. Rest in Peace, little buddy!
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Little Pogo. My mom fell in love with you the first time she saw your picture and could not believe how much you looked like Chiliman, who was back in Phoenix with me and whom she missed dearly. With your big brown eyes, who knew the day my mom rescued you what joy you would bring to her. You were her best friend. The day she came to get you on the farm, your white fur was stained yellow, you were skinny and scared. She knew you had a heart murmur but it wasn't until she took you to her vet that she realized how bad the hole in your heart was. The vet didn't think you would live much longer, but you had 4 great years in a safe, warm, caring home with someone who loved and cared for you the way you deserved.
