My dog my Kirby that I've had for eleven years, had to be put down Monday. He the smartest dog you could ever meet. He knew the difference between his yellow coloured ball and his blue one, dogs can see yellow and blue obviously, and he used to play hide-n-seek. Someone would run off and hide and I’d have to ask him, "Where's (insert name)?" And he'd streak off to find him/her. He was one of the best dogs I've ever had. He's gotten me through some tough stuff.
He had hip-dysplasia which is a congenital disease that causes atrophy (death) of the hind end muscles. It also makes them in a lot of pain. It was gut wrenching to watch him try to get up, or even turn around. As he'd walk his hind legs would cross and all you had to do was brush past him and he'd fall down.
I ran into my ex today at Walmart. All the ******** b*****d had to say was, “Hey Lilly! Damn you look hot, I wish I hadn’t cheated on your fine a**!” I really don't need this s**t right now.
Lilly_Foxx Community Member 
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