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Update on My Dawg
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I drove my mom's cat to the death camp when we had to put her in the homeBearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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First six are consensualYellowSnow said:
Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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We put down my Springer Spaniel when I was in middle school. I was absolutely grief stricken.
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In Southern California, basically yes. Kittie lives don't matter to the Messican coyotes down there. You have to be prepared to lose some Kitties.FirePete said:
First six are consensualYellowSnow said:
Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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This is why I have a suicide pact with my dog. I won't be able to go on.
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Well Yella this sucks
@chuck your comment best describes our? football team "Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love." -
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In full truthiness, that’s the only bitch Softy has ever cuddled with.dnc said:Softy's a wagon jumping bitchdoog
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I had a couple dogs growing up and both of them were killed with 20 feet of each other because they got out of the yard when I was in high school.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm in the Army and married and we get a dog. Looked like Benji. Anyway, I get transferred to Korea and you don't want to take a dog there for obvious reasons. The ex-wife was moving back in with her parents and her mom was highly allergic so we had to give the dog away. The fucker who we found to take the dog shows up to our house early and leaves with the dog before I get home from work. That fucking killed me and I swore off having another dog until I was out of the military.
Fast forward another 10+ years. I'm retired from the Army, divorced and remarried. We decide to get a dog and I convince Mrs. Nacho to get a Doberman. Like most dogs, this fucker was amazing. At about 2 1/2 year old, we discover he has a rare, nasty cancer. Get his leg amputated and we're told his chances of making it another 12 months were almost zero.
He made it another 9 months and we had to make the call. We took to the beach before going to the vet and I had a ziploc bag of dog treats in my jacket pocket. When we ran out of treats, it was time to go to the vet. The vet came in, made sure we were ready and then left the room, I started bawling like a baby. I called in sick to work for an entire week.
We spread his ashes in the backyard and in the dunes at the ocean and keep the rest at home. About a year later, I'm wearing the jacket from that day and put my hand in the pocket and feel a Ziploc bag. At first, I had no idea why it was in there but when I pulled it out, I realized the connection. I probably got teary eyed at that.
It's been 2 1/2 years since we put him down and just a week ago, I was crying over it.
Fucking dogs man.
