My sweet, sweet, boy Wall-E died Saturday. He was 4 weeks old exactly and gone now. He was just starting to venture out. He took a turn during the night and wouldn't drink his bottle. He just went downhill from there. I am devastated. I can't stop crying. From the moment I got him, at only hours old, I was his mom. It's hard to believe he's gone. He took a piece of my heart with him. His little body is buried in the memorial garden but he is running free, chasing butterflies. He waits at Rainbow Bridge.
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