Found out this morning that our family dog has bone cancer. The dog is a golden retriever and 12-13 years old, but it is still hard to take. Wierd how they become part of your family. My sister rushed the dog down to some vet in bloomfield for a second opinion and that is where she is as I write this. I guess there is no point in being upset though because everyone and everything eventually dies. dammit
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