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I remember that cold day in October as if it was yesterday. It was around noon, none of us had eaten or drank anything and we anxiously waited for one of Kicker’s many lumbar punctures. He would be put under anesthesia while chemotherapy would be injected into his spine. When it came time for Kicker to go back, I carried him into the surgery room where we were greeted by a couple of nurses. While getting settled, one of the nurses ...