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I haven't been on this forum for a few years now. However, I just wanted to post that this past December I had to put my boy, Brew, to sleep because of cancer. He was only 8.5 years old. I'm glad to say, he didn't have it for very long and deteriorated very quickly. He died at home with my brother and I... his true owners after having a rough start in life.

I truly believe that dogs are a gift from the Almighty. They are always excited to see you, they live in the now, they don't hate, gossip, resent or even complain about what they can't do but instead enjoy what they can, and in the end still want to please you...even if that means leaving the tree they chose to die under just because you called... one last time.

Javier V.