My Poor Conehead

 

My poor little Stampy went in this morning and lost his fellas.  I had to put the cone on him because he is a little rascal and is trying to open his wound.  He hasn’t quite got the cone down yet, he just stands in one spot and doesn’t move.  I felt like I needed to make a blog in remembrance.   

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