It's not an actual story just something tragic that happened this morning at 9:34 am. We had to give our dog Leslie back to her original owner. She was to much to handle and kept tearing up our house. When she was in the car ready to go. I cried an ugly cry. I am grieving over it as I type. I don't think that I'm going to get over this soon. I really loved Leslie. Despite the fact that my brother's room smell like dog poop. Even though my dog wasn't trained I still loved her. Tell me did you have to go through anything tragic with you pet?
P.S. I kept spelling things wrong while this blog was still in edit.
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