I know I said I'm off

but this isn't really about me.
Tomorrow, I think, is Dill the dog's last vet appointment.
Came home tonight to find him lying in poop and pee, not able to get up.
I lifted him and he walked a few steps, but kept falling over again. The
look on his face is like he's finally had enough. Poor old ***. He's
just lying on his little matress now, farting. I'm gonna miss him, but I've
been trying to make myself come to terms with it for a while now. Despite
that I'm still crying about him. I won't be able to afford to get him
cremated and his ashes back, I will just have to let the vet dispose of his
body. I wish they made dogs that last 70 years, then we could get buried
together when we were both old and dead.


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