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Tomorrow, I am probably going to have to put my dog down.
she was my late wife's first anniversary/birthday present.
She's 15. She had a stroke Saturday morning.
She's swam in the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific, and the Gulf of Mexico.
She made friends with a giraffe.
She probably ate at every roadside diner on every interstate in America.
She won't eat. I think she's telling me it's time.
PTSD much? I do.
****.
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