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All Dogs Go to Heaven

My dog died yesterday.
I don't really have much to say about it, except that I am intensely sad she is gone. She was an incredible dog who lived a very good, happy, table-scrap-filled life. She did her job well and pretty much kept the family together after it came crashing down a few times. Everyone who met her loved her, even if she wasn't so keen on them--and, you know, sometimes she was a bit of a bitch. She was nine-and-a-half. 
A while ago she was diagnosed with mitral valve regurgitation secondary to a congenital defect in her heart. Because of this condition, she suffered from CHF and lived well for a while on drugs. She was happy 'til her last day. She loved being outside, if only to lay in the sunlight, and enjoyed hunting small animals in the backyard.
Tuesday night she couldn't catch her breath. She was using every muscle in her body to move air in and out and she looked very tired and very scared. She died of heart failure at the animal hospital the next morning.


Thanks for almost ten good years, Pea Pie. You will be sorely missed.

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  1. Rider ToddSaturday, 17 November, 2012

    Hello? You still around? How's school?

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  2. Skeleton_FriendThursday, 22 November, 2012

    Hey, yeah, haven't really had internet or the desire to write recently. :/ Anyway, school is good and I am alright. How are you?!

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