How am I dealing with my 19-year-old pup’s death? “He’s still at the groomer’s.” This is so fucking hard. Dogs to me are not dogs. They are my children. Even my son, who grew up with my 2 oldest (both diseased of old age now), called them his brothers. He was 5 when we adopted them. #ByeBoo #ILoveU
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