Burner - my big girl was 14 1/2. They're part of your life for such a long time, it never occurs to you that they won't *always* be there, and then...they're not. And it sucks. And you OWE it to them to be with them and hold them at the end, which is just the most heart-ripping thing I've ever had to do. I try to think of her finally being able to run again, like she used to - picking up her feet and prancing. Broke my heart when she could barely stand, much less run anymore, knowing how much she loved it. She was still a bouncy puppy inside. I don't think I'll ever stop missing her...
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