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[seiberwing]

I 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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Bob Barker was clever the first time, but three of them is odd.

Goldens are love. They're like big happy piles of fur.