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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
I didn't have a pet die during that period either. I had a puppy with severe hip dysplaysia (no idea how that is spelled), but my mom "took him back to the breeder" and everything was fine. Um, yeah. Apparently he got better and lived happily ever after. Bruno Dunes. <sniff>
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My parents swear to this day that the dog from across the street went to live with the cousin of the owner on a farm. I press them on it every couple years or so. They remain steadfast in their "farm" story.
I got a dog out of it, though. I used to cry for the neighbor dog after it went away.
Binky!!!!!!!!!!!!
eta, come to think of it, I cried for Binky when he was there. He pretty much lived on a rope tied to a tree. Even at sub-8, I knew this was no way to live.
OK, now I'm really quite depressed. Good thing I have my new friend Sake with me again.
