Crappiest day of my life.
I've had that dog since I was seven. She's been in with us since we moved to New Brunswick, and through all sorts of life-induced crap.
She was the only one who'd just listen, let you cry on her, and not tell your secrets to anyone.
Now my therapy puppy is gone.
Fourteen years wasn't long enough.
EDIT: that stupid mood thing won't bug off D:<
Devious Comments
Spending my life as a social outcast I'm not good at this human interaction thing, you'll have to tell me if you want me to do anything
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Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
I recently went through this too with my dog Roxy, so i know how deeply is hurts.
(hugs)
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Minds are like parachutes; they only function when open.
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Yew deerty Spigot!
Just the nice comment was enough <3
And you're not a social outcast xD
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Yew deerty Spigot!
Good to know making you feel better isn't an exercise in futility like Mike was
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Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
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"I have discovered a truly remarkable proof which this margin is too small to contain."
Life is pain. If anyone tells you different, their either lieing or trying to sell you something
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Yew deerty Spigot!
I am very sorry. my heart goes out to you.
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