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This is the first I've been online since Thursday evening, gah. The internet was down in our house. I was dead bored without it, and since my story is simmering for a while I didn't feel like writing it. Oh well, I'm back now.
Had some really sad news today: my grandparents' dog, Mac, had a stroke and had to be put down. Poor Granny and Granda. Mac really was like a son to them; it was nearly like their lives revolved around that dog. And poor Mac. I didn't know that when I was leaving their house in Belfast a few months ago and gave him a biscuit out of the cupboard like I always do that it would be the last time. It's so hard to believe he's gone. In my mind I can still see him and know every detail, and I just can't believe he's dead.
Had some really sad news today: my grandparents' dog, Mac, had a stroke and had to be put down. Poor Granny and Granda. Mac really was like a son to them; it was nearly like their lives revolved around that dog. And poor Mac. I didn't know that when I was leaving their house in Belfast a few months ago and gave him a biscuit out of the cupboard like I always do that it would be the last time. It's so hard to believe he's gone. In my mind I can still see him and know every detail, and I just can't believe he's dead.