im really sorry i haven't been active in my normal roleplays lately
my dog is very very old, about 14, and to me, as a 21 year old, that means he's been around pretty much the entirety of my childhood
my dad found him as a puppy only weeks old on a construction site, scavenging for food with his brother. he took the puppies home and we fell in love.
sadly, about 6 years ago, his brother died because he ate a whole fish, and the mercury in its brain is poison for dogs
but my dog lived on, despite his allergies and his thyroid problem, he lived on
now, he's 14 years old. over 100 in dog years.
he is so thin, skin and bones.
his hind legs don't have strength because of arthritis so he can't walk
he's covered in bumps so we think it's cancer
my dog is a good dog
my dog is the best dog
my dog loves me
i love my dog
and as much as i don't like to think about it, or have to distract myself because i don't want to face it...
he's dying
i can see it in his eyes
he's dying
he's too old
my family is poor, so we can't put him to sleep until my parents get paid
we're afraid he might die on his own before then
afraid that when we wake up in the morning, he will not
this dog is my world
my brother
my child
my companion
such a good boy
a good boy
it'll be okay
you can go be with your brother now
it'll...
be...
......
......
...
okay.
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