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My dog died suddenly about 3 years ago, and my parents felt so bad that they shoved a new puppy on me, thinking it would make me snap out of my grief. A week later, they realized that having a 12 week old puppy and a 10 year old dog meant the puppy needed someone to play with. A week later, we ended up getting two more puppies, both brothers. We now had three male puppies, and the first one I was given was a good 4 weeks older than the other two. I finally fell in love with Willie, only to have my parents tell me "they didn't think it was going to work out". There was just too much conflict with three males, especially since two were brothers and one was not. They called around without telling me, and I came home one day to find people waiting to take MY dog home. I was so upset with my parents because they had given me this dog that I had TOLD them I wasn't ready for, had the dog for 6 months and loved him, and now was having him torn away. Looking back now, they were probably saving a lot of potential future problems, but it was so hard to be dropping my sister off at her friend's house and to see MY dog sittin inside their house.
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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