Just buried one myself. Pitch black, lightly freezing rain. Flashlight died halfway through. Buried next to the best friend one that passed last year. You can never replace a good dog.
Dog's have short life spans for a reason. It's so that they die first, and never get left alone in the world with nobody to love them. We're tough, we can suck it up and die at 85 in a nursing home staffed with niggers that abuse and starve us. We know the score. No dog should ever have to go through that. So they die first, while we are holding them in our arms, and they wait for us in heaven.
That's dark, man.
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