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He's almost 3 years old & he's our biggest baby. He tries to sit on our laps, lay on us, & jumps up to hug us every chance he gets. It's wonderful to be loved so much by such a sweetheart. He may be a giant but it's his giant heart that matters, it's at least 10 times the size he is. We love you Loki.










Don't you wish you had a sweet Loki of your own?  We love him so much.  

Wishing all a happy snuggle from your furry family members.  

Jess



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