Today, I had to put my dog, Smokey, to sleep. My brother and I first got him when we were eight, and we've had him for 13 years. He was always there for me. I used to sit with him when I came home from school, and I would just sit with him, hug him, pet him, and he'd be wagging his tale and panting. He was always there when I needed comfort. He was the first and only dog I've ever had, and I
I just found out that a kid I knew from high school died in his sleep. They think it was either sleep apnea or an aneurysm. He was only two years older than me, and I'm fucking 19. His family and his girlfriend of 5 years are a mess and his friends are in shock. I didn't know him so well, but when someone so close to my age dies so suddenly, it messes with your head. I'm not sure if I'll be
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