
The dog I grew up with... She died when I was fourteen and I never cried so much in my life. She became very old, older than twenty, but she died a painful death. She had a stroke and ran against the walls until she was bleeding, we desperately tried to hold her and when we brought her to the doctor our only chance was to put her asleep. But she'll always live inside of our hearts. She was very curious, she'd eat everything that got into her way and she'd sit by the table in the dining room with us every morning. Always jealous of other dogs and very protective. That's how we'll remember her.
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