My dad called me. Last night my dog was really sick. My dad took him on a walk this morning and although he was wagging his tail, he was moaning and limping. When they came back inside my dad went to take a shower. When he came out Darby was dead. He was only nine years old
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My religion tells me exactly why human beings die.
Why the heck does our dog die!?
How does this fit in some kind of important plan.Some perfect universe of cause and effect guided by the hand of my God.
No matter howmuch I think about it he is gone, and no matter how many ways I remeber him, they are all just repeats, there will never be anything new.
I like the way you describe him in the last paragraph.
Your brother, -Dylan
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I was devestated when my first cat died. I was the one to find and bury him. I don't know what I'll do when any of my other pets pass away...my oldest doggie is 13, and I'm terrified that we might have to put him down soon. Sigh.
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