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I've yet to experiance the "true" loss of a pet, but I've had several close encounters with my Rottweiler Stoney. Once when she was about threee, my jackass step-dad gave her some chicken bones. He didn't tell anyone and for a few days she was sulking around or not moving much at all. Thats when I noticed chicken bones in her poop (since I cleaned up after her). I was pissed. She eventually got over it and all was well. Then just recently she was sulking around again and so we babied her with housefood and vitamins. Turns out she had gotten into the place where my mom keeps her cans and was having a go at them. She's much better now though at 5 almost 6 years of age. It really hurts to see a pet suffer and I can't imagine how I would feel if she died.
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P.S. Always remember: to forget is a form of suicide. (If I could only remember to forget myself.)
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