
Carol came into my life when she was 2 years old. She'd lived all her life in a kennel; she was never raced. She was skittish of everything--trash bags, socks, you name it. By the end of her life, she had overcome most of her fears. Dear Carol danced for me every morning, she was so happy to see me. Lucy and I miss her, but Ishmael has helped heal our hearts.
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