I love dogs. My family had chihuahuas when I was growing up, and I learned a lot about life and death whenever the dogs had puppies. Tiny little things, so cute, so fragile. One of my fondest memories as a child is holding a runt chihuahua newborn in my hand and feeding him formula from an eye dropper because he was too weak to suck on his mother's nipple. I fed him and kept him warm at all times (we lived in Michigan, and it was winter), and the good boy survived. It's probably the best thing I did in all my childhood.
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