What a shitty year this has began to be. My dog Wiley died today; 12 years old. I suppose it’s better off this way then him suffering from congestive heart failure, and I knew he was “on his death bed” because he was refusing to eat the past few days. But I still miss him D:
What am I going to hug when I'm sad? ):
Like I said in a prior LJ post,
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