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Tres Hawthorne
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He was a dog nobody wanted. His first strike was that he was a Pit Bull. His second was that he had only three legs, his left rear leg having been chopped off with an axe by a cretin with no regard for anyone but himself. That happened before he was six months old. He finally ended up in the animal shelter at the age of ten months and was scheduled for euthanasia. When Patti and I saw him, he was sitting calmly admidst a cacaphony of barks, squeals, and howls. He looked into our hearts and said with his eyes, "Please take me home with you." We did. But he had to be neuterd first - Animal Shelter Rules - and he caught distemper in the operating room. Through excellent advice from our Vet and God's will, he survived. He went on to become the finest dog and friend we ever had. God Bless You Tres. We love you and we will never forget you. We will ALWAYS love You.
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2000 - Feb. 21st, 2007
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