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I'm not the baby anymore! I have a new baby sister, and her name is Xena. She came to live with us on the last day of February, 1999. Her former family was moving and weren't able to take her along. They couldn't find anyone to take her, and she was headed for a shelter. |
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We just couldn't let that happen, so she came to live with us. We all are still getting to know each other, and we aren't sure that we like each other very much right now. I think she'll be a pretty good playmate once she decides to trust me. |
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This weekend,
she had to go to the vet and spend the night. I'm not sure what they did to her, but her tummy is shaved and she has little stitches.
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