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Well, my dog is dying, it had to happen some day. He has a tumor in his lungs, and it is strongly affecting his breathing. Tomorrow we're taking him to the vets to scan his inside, and then his days will be numbered.
Whether it be days, weeks, or months, we don't know. What I dunno is he'll be gone by the end of the year.
The most shocking thing of it all is that he is EIGHT...