August 15, 2005
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My dog died on Wednesday. Cocoa, she was 14. She was old, but it’s still sad when a pet dies. She was actually my grandpa’s dog. I was 5 when he got her, and I went with to pick her out. My grandma has a picture of me holding her when she was a puppy. I’ll have to ask her if I can have that picture. I can’t believe no one told me before Saturday. These last 7 or so months, I couldn’t even go out and see her, she looked so bad, I couldn’t bear seeing her like that. She had a good, long life, I only wish dogs could live longer. My uncle David’s dog, Britney, was as old as Cocoa, but she was worse. For a couple years she had really bad arthritis, and could hardly move up and down the stairs. It got so bad that a few months ago they put her to sleep. She was such a sweet, docile dog. Very calm and loving.
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it IS extremely hard to lose a pet… i lost all of them… i never even got the chance to say goodbye. so i hear your pain. my animals meant so much to me.