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My 3 Little Foster Babies. They Were Really Sick When They Came To Me, Very Young Also But They Were So Sweet. Always Cuddeling And The Red One Used My Ears As A Pacifer. All 3 Gained There Health And Found New Homes. I Cried A Lot When They Left They Were Really My Babies
A Picture Of My Great Grandpa As A Teen. He Was Called, “The Blonde Bomber”. He Was Perfectly Able To Become A Professional Boxer, But My Great Grandma Made Him Choose Between Boxing Or Her. He Chose Her, So I Am Here