She went on Tuesday, I wasn't there but I knew it was coming, she had diabetes and would she'd lost her sight and hearing, it got to the point where she had no quality of life.
I've managed to hold it together, I knew that when I saw her last Saturday I probably wouldn't see her again, even though I haven't lived at home for 6 years she was still my dog, she was my best friend.
She used to sleep with me, I used to roll home pissed out of my skull and I'd sit on the floor and eat dog biscuits with her at 4am, she hated fizzy pop, she loved nuts, her name was belle but we called her the goose, she was my fucking dog
any way, here is the greatest fucking dog that has ever lived (I'm in fucking tears typing this at the moment)
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