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Anonymous
My family had this dog when I was younger, a very awesome dog. He was about as old as I was, 15 or so when he died. He was a pretty small dog, but he was dense and tough (he stayed outside, did whatever he wanted and battled coyotes). He slowly lost his hearing and mobility. He began to leave the porch less and less, and slept a lot. I had a long walk home from the bus stop, because I lived up a narrow gravel road. One day after school I was walking toward my house from the bus stop, and I knew he was going to be dead when I got home. Nobody was home that afternoon. Sure enough, I walked around our deck to the front and he was lying in his dog house. Dead. End of my favorite animal ever.
Empathy etc...
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