I took Bullwinkle to the pound today, to have him put down (killed).
It has been a terrible 5 months since his brother Rocky died. Bullwinkle had been getting sicker and sicker, covering my house with vomit and crap. His ability to walk had degraded to the point that he could barely get in and out of the house.
Now I have to clean up all the hair and buy new carpet.
God's speed you stupid lovable dog, it was a long and hard 9 years with you. Years you wouldn't have had if I didn't agree to take you from the very pound you died in today, way back when you were about 5.
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