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A day in the life of Rebecca Taylor...

Missing you...

Today Becky was sent to a better place. She was diagnosed with diabetes, and had a possibly cancerous mass on her spleen. She will be greatly missed. This all happened so quickly. We miss you....May you rest in peace and be with your Papa.

May you be surrounded by the white light of the holy spirit....

We miss you...

Your Family

Needing your prayers...

Well, I'm really not doing so well anymore. I was walking next to my furhusband Rocky and I fell over when he brushed past me. I couldn't get up without assistance. I'm not eating, I'm only drinking water. I can't sit down or get up without help. I didn't want to go outside this morning. I was taken to the vet, carried in. They're keeping me over night, I have an IV. They think I'm dehydrated. They don't know what's wrong. At 4 or 5 this afternoon my pawrents will call and ask if the vets have found anything out. They will be running tests on me. It could be an infection, or worse...
I've never been the same since my Papa died... I pace the house hoping to find him. I'm always worried. Please pray for me...

Rebecca

Greetings Dogster...

Cheerio!

My name is Missus Rebecca Taylor. You can call me Miss Becky for short if you so choose. I am Truman's dearest Auntie. While I do not live with Truman and Phanto, I am very close to him. We see each other almost every weekend. My husband Mr. Rockford Taylor is new on dogster as well. I can be best described as sweet, affectionate, loving and smiley.
I must be off, the sun shines bright and I love to bask in its rays...
Tah,
R.T.