Dammit to hell.
Again, this shit hits hard.
My dog has been gone for two years, and I’m still running into people asking about her.
She was the best fucking dog. Yeah, I know everyone knows their dog is the best dog, and the dog I had before her was also the best dog. But those two girls? Jesus fucking christ, they were good. Smart, loving, gentle, always wanting to be with their people, and just so fucking much beyter than I ever deserved.
The girl I joust lost saved my life. Kept me from eating a bullet when things wrre real bad after I got disabled. I’d be holding my gun, thinking hard about where to go so I wouldn’t leave a mess. She’s be right fucking there, just loving me. I’d put the gun away and decide to make it for a while.
Gods I fucking miss my girls. I’m fucking sitting here in the bathroom crying so I don’t wake anyone and it just fucking hurts so much.
People. You have a dog? You cherish every fucking moment. Every single second you can. They don’t live as long as us. You’re going to lose them, so you make fucking sure they go out knowing they’re loved. Be kind. Be gentle.
I’d give my fucking soul to have them back, even for a fucking day.
Fuck me.
Sorry, bro. Take care.
That sucks bro. Losing a pet is always painful. I hope you can let another dog into your life someday. I know that it’s hard, I’ve lost many pets, and my puppy hasn’t been a puppy in a very long time. Sounds like you gave your girls the amazing life they deserve.
I come here to write “fake and gay”. I don’t come here for feelings!
Fake : dog died
Gay : touched another man.
that helped, a little. And yeah I’ll stop scrolling on Greentext now.
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Oh, hey, fuck you.
*cries in the corner*
I still miss my sheppy :*(
I put a dog down last month and another one will go next month. These stories are hitting harder than they used to.
I feel that so much. I’m sorry man, I’m sorry you’re going through it.
This is like getting stuck with strangers at your table at a Luau. Getting to know them slowly, you have all been to where the other is from, but neither place is interesting enough to ever visit again, and you live too far away to make friendship realistic. And even though you know you’d be great friends, you part ways and can never remember their names.
Suckerpunched in the feels right before bed.
Had to put my dog down a few months ago and it still hurts. I hate coming back to a silent empty home. I hate leaving the house without saying goodbye to my dog. I knew it was going to be painful, but I didn’t know it would hurt this much.
Awwww this hits hard I’ll always remember the German shepard from when I was a kid she had such a gentle temperament.
Great, now I’m tearing up in the work bathroom
> death is contagious
> fedex guy contracted the death from dogGuess he had that route just to meet the dog… so sad… Made me cry. I miss my buddy Ciwi to…
Don’t get me wrong it’s a sweet story. But all I can think of is, how long do you wait before throwing away the treat he left there?
You keep it. I’ve kept a few items like that from my beloved dog.
