My bloodhound, Grounds Keeper Willy, started to show signs of severe illness. His belly was swollen and his energy was extremely low. A couple of trips to the vet determined that he had a tumor in his liver. This afternoon, after getting the X-rays back and a final prognosis, we put Willy down. This was the first time that I've had to put a pet down without the assistance of Remington. Though I think it will be the first time that I have put one down that I can get a little post-care from Jameson.
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Aw geez. Sorry to hear it, Jacob.
I remember when I first saw your Willy. He was small, moist and droopy and piddled everywhere. It no time he became huge, fat and strong, and left my hands feeling wet and sticky when I stroked him. I will sorely miss him probing me in the groin when I least expect it.
I never saw your Willy and I am sorry not to have done so. Why just last night when I got home from the dentist and the Novocaine wore off my own slobbery friend was there to comfort me and keep me from putting me head through the wall. Bastard dentist did not give me anything and he knew full well he nicked the nerve!
Do you think you will go for another hound? Man can not live long without a good dog or six at his side! Tell Jameson I said Hi.
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