Welp... my dog died.

I, too, am very sorry to hear of your loss. I don't know what else to say.
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nine years is a long time.

I never thought i would miss my dog, until realizing I got him for a birthday present living in the city in mass. I was 14.

Of course a lot happens from 14 to the mid 20s.

We moved to maine, he got big, a serious face. He knew the wild...amd stayed smart with people, like the city. I went homeless, mortally wounded, veteran, 22 cars, 6 addresses, and to age 23 when I realized his wiggling rear was not doing what it used to. He had to be put down.He always knew it was me, no matter what car I was driving.

From chasing me on my four wheeler as a pubescent teen, to the hard faced gimp I became...

His face revealed his spirit, and it will always love me.

a good dog can make an owner cry.

 
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