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We took in my late father-in-law's small breed dog when he went into assisted living. She was 5 at the time, a lap dog and he was totally her person.
She ended up bonding with me because I was home most and did most of her care. When fil would visit us for the day, she'd only sit with him for a few minutes, then always come to me. She ended up living with us longer than with him and died the year after him. |