My Cheedle-bear came into my life when I was 22. It was raining very hard that day, and my friend was driving me home, when she yelled, "Omg was that a dog?" We pulled over and saw the dirtiest, scraggliest little fuzz all we had ever seen cowering under a van. It wasn't until I heard a tiny growl come out that I knew she was very obviously a puppy still. I offered her some calamari, she came out, and we've been the best of friends for the past 11 years. She's seen me at my lowest point, and I truly consider her my best friend. ❤️
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