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There was a time when Cher was someone's cherished buddy. She had gone through a life that was full of love and loyalty up until the point where aging and neglect took their toll on her. She was pitifully abandoned in a ragged box under a tree, as if she were a possession that had been abandoned, as she got older and weaker. Her once colorful coat had become thinning and gray, her eyes had become cloudy and tired, and she was so weak that she could not even muster the strength to elevate her head. She found herself trapped in quiet, bewildered, and all by herself when the world that she had once known seemed to evaporate.
