As I was walking down the street,
I saw an old, beautiful, brown dog
laying on the grass. I went over to see if the dog had a collar with its name
on it, I could not see one. The dog
looked worried, lost. I took
my camera out, took a picture
of the dog and posted it on the walls. I
was getting ready to take the dog to the vet, when it suddenly started to
breathe heavily. Before I knew it, the dog had died, right there on the spot. I
was heartbroken, but I buried him all the same. The news is still hard to hear and even harder to
forget about.
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