I was just informed on Sunday by my neighbors that they had to put their Bull Terrier Seven down. He got a mass on his neck that tripled in size in less than a week. Seven was an incredibly sweet dog who's tail was always wagging. Gator will miss giving him over exuberant kissings.
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"Remember - every time your dog gets somewhere on a tight leash *a fairy dies and it's all your fault.* Think of the fairies." http://www.positivepetzine.com"
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France
SisMorphine wrote::( You were just telling me about him. RIP Seven.
I know thats the worst of it. I hadnt seen them walking him and figured my timing was just off and I saw them at church Sun. morning and they told me. I was heart broken. I still want to cry.
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