Unlikely wrote:I still clearly remember the day I got up and said goodbye to my parents' first lab, Jake, who was due to be put down that day. Think I was nine or ten when we got him. I was still living at home but working with an early start so the first up. He did his usual shambling, arthritic, barely upright bounding out of bed and blindly stumbled over to greet me and it broke my empty, withered heart.
I knew it was the kindest thing for him though that didn't make it any easier at all. It's tough, Muse. No doubt at all.
Other than the carpet?Moot_Geeza wrote:Feels like if I look at the Charlie pic for long enough something's going to creep out of the darkness and scare the shit out of me.
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