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Haven't put down a dog since I was 17. Was the first and possibly only dog I ever owned. I can still remember the day I got him. He was a german shepherd and would tag along no mattr where I would go. We lived about a 1/4 mile in the woods with a bunch of sandbanks behind our house. He would walk out to the school bus with me and wait next to me until I got on the bus. Then he would walk home and meet me in my front yard when I walked in the driveway. He eventually got arthritis and we had to put him down.
I also had my cat die in my arms when I got home from work one night. It's amazing how attached we get to pets, but they do provide us with comraderie, loyalty, and a lot of fun memories. It's the memories that make it easier as we go on, but we never forget.
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