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My best friend, my chocolate lab recently celebrated his 12th birthday. Its remarkable how long he was able to live healthy. He was 100+ pounds DIEZEL. I juiced him up on winstrol (no i didnt lol). I raised him from just a few weeks and he was the most outstanding animal I ever met (yea yea Im biased sue me).
This dog could be left alone with my dinner. I could walk him in busy brooklyn streets without a leash. I could have him sit n stay and he wouldnt budge unleast I told him too. He would balance dog bones on hes nose till I said g'head and he would snap it in the air. I taught him some silly shit too. I would have him sit then open all the kitchen drawers and closets n stuff. I then would tell him CLOSE IT and he'd go around closing everything with his nose.
Anyway he's back legs are gone and he's in pain. The vet recommends to end the pain and sadly I have to agree. I believe this is gonna be the hardest thing I have to face. And this is coming from a man who was literally on his death bed and recently divorced!
Fuck
This dog could be left alone with my dinner. I could walk him in busy brooklyn streets without a leash. I could have him sit n stay and he wouldnt budge unleast I told him too. He would balance dog bones on hes nose till I said g'head and he would snap it in the air. I taught him some silly shit too. I would have him sit then open all the kitchen drawers and closets n stuff. I then would tell him CLOSE IT and he'd go around closing everything with his nose.
Anyway he's back legs are gone and he's in pain. The vet recommends to end the pain and sadly I have to agree. I believe this is gonna be the hardest thing I have to face. And this is coming from a man who was literally on his death bed and recently divorced!
Fuck