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Bandit was my quarter life crisis dog, after a bad break up. He was there for every tear, every adventure, every piece of cheese and every snuggle. He had the biggest personality in the smallest body. Over the years, he was always right by my side, a small shadow through this crazy thing called life. Over his last few years, he slowed down and lost his hearing but could always somehow hear the word, “treat!” Bandit crossed the rainbow bridge in July and his tiny paw prints have imprinted on my heart for life. Bandit, you are so loved.