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[sarahmcc]

There was a big crisis at the Chef household on Friday evening. Our Rottweiler, Dawson, was unable to use his hind legs at all. Chef got home from work and found poop all over the downstairs and Dawson laying in the half bath downstairs. Now Dawson never poops in the house or lays downstairs by choice (he loves to lay on his bed upstairs) so he

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[superdamnit]

My mother bought me a wienerdog when I was seven-years-old. That dog was my constant companion for eighteen years. She was there during the rough times and was always willing to sit and listen to me tell her about my day, good or bad. One day, her spine just sort of went bad. Even sitting caused her pain. She was my best friend all those years and the only thing I could do was put her out of her misery. She had a good run and I still miss her eleven years later. When I have a bad day, I stop by her grave and she's still there, listening. I was there today, in fact. They do so much for us and ask for so little in return, partly because they're stupid and shallow. When the time comes, you'll know what to do for your friend.

[sarahmcc]

Thanks so much for sharing that. Really, it helps me a lot.