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Mar. 9th, 2006 05:28 pmI found out today that my golden retriever Britney has cancer, a real bad kind. She's about fourteen, which is in the upper nineties for a dog according to my mom, and we've had her about eight years. I can say with authority that she's lived a good life. *reminisces about the time she attacked a skunk, got sprayed along with me, and brought half of its corpse into the house*
We're going to put her down on Monday, so there's the weekend to give her cuddles and such.
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Date: 2006-03-09 11:15 pm (UTC)