i've discovered another thing to respect/admire/be awed by about australia: when your dog dies, you sit around crying for maybe half an hour, and then you go have a beer in honor of your dog.
i was considering emailing you to let you know, thought you'd care. he went pretty peacefully, everyone was there. he was okay a couple of days ago but when it really abruptly became clear this morning that he was basically about to die, they had me call the vet and request a house call to put him down. by the time the vet arrived two hours later, he was already unconscious. they injected him but i don't think he would have lived another ten minutes had they not. he suffered but not violently, and he lived a long, furry, food-stealy life.
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* This is my private mental nickname for your dude and his relation
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