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Thumper passed away this afternoon. I feel like he was the last concrete thing that connected me to my childhood. He was 13 years old (14 this Septemberish).
This almost makes me not want to get any more pets, because after losing Ringo last year and now Thumper, I just don't think I can handle it anymore.
This almost makes me not want to get any more pets, because after losing Ringo last year and now Thumper, I just don't think I can handle it anymore.
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I know what it's like. Kirby died last September while I was at school. I hardly even knew he was sick. He was only 8. I saw him the weekend of my birthday and that was the last time. No fair. He was a really, really good dog, and my buddy.
Losing pets sucks. Just another one of those sad things about growing up I guess. Everyone remembers their amazing pets that they had as children.
Hang in there,
Brian
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