My dog died this morning.Buffy is my family's dog, but I consider him to be mine. Kenny and I paid for him, trained him, and adored him the summer before my junior year in college. I was worried that he wouldn't remember me when I came back after a year in Turkey, but he did...he wagged his entire body, he was so excited.
The girls adored him. They always included him in who we were going to see on our visits to my family.
Tomorrow is going to be very difficult, walking into their house and not seeing him come greet us. I was hoping he'd hang on so I could see him one more time, but I really didn't want him in pain so I'm trying to just be glad that he's not suffering.
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