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Dec. 5th, 2006 | 12:46 am
mood: melancholymelancholy

My mother called me to tell me that her dog, Rusty, who was almost 18 years old died. His health has been weakening for some time, he couldn't see well, couldn't walk well, couldn't or remember what he was doing.

Back when I was a depressed teenager and was given to wandering around aimlessly in our backyard daydreaming, he'd come out and follow me around. He also still remembered me (at least while he could still get up) even after all the changes I've gone through.

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from: markcronan
date: Dec. 5th, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC)

It is hard to lose a pet, even one that you have not been close to for many years. You have my sympathy.

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from: secretslip
date: Dec. 6th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)

Sorry, Diane. :(

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