It's a bit hard staring at a 11 year old dog. My grandmom made it worse by saying how a human's 7 years is equal to dog's one year. EBoo's balls (yeah the one in the genital area) is weird and dripping off some liquid and it's tough to see him so old and wretched but whenever I look into his face, I see memories. The time my mom would have him on her lap and I'd be teasing him, the times he bite one side of my shirt and i'd be pulling from the other and times where he would bite my sis. Then, I looked around the room and realized I was on my own. Then, I started to miss my mom and sis.
Age... it's so unrewindable....
So I stared at my dog and cried for like fifteen minutes and then realized how stupid of me to cry at something that's still there. EBoo just stared at me with his usual WTF expression..
Happy Birthday, mom... I love you!!!
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