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Anonymous
>>325539 Similar with my old dog, golden retriever whom my parents had rescued when he was ~1, at nine he developed bone cancer in his right front leg, after about 3 months I got home from school late(I was 12, lived close to school) after throwing the ball for him(and him comingback with a fucking huge stick), even though a lot of physical activity could have caused his leg to break, he seemed perfectly healthy, happy as ever. Drove him to the vet, he was worried, took him into the room and sat down on the linoleum floor, he laid down in between my spread out legs and stuck his head on my knee, vet came in and gave him the three shots and he died, using my thigh as a pillow.
Honestly, it really fucked me up.
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