The Sunday I came home at S.P.A. I called my sister to ask her what she was doing and she told me that she was with my two little sister's and they were at a buffet and my two little sister's decided to give him a lot of food and when they were in the car my dog Dallas was throwing. That whole night he was acting different. The next day my step mom told me that he had passed and so then I had started to cry.My week was o.k. besides my doggie dying.If I could tell him something,anything I would tell him that he was a very bright high-light of my life and probably one of my favorite dogs in my life time at least.
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