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Our dog was half husky half lab, She was black with a white breast badge. She died at seventeen in dog years nineteen plus one hundred her years, with tears we still blab.
Our dog was half husky half lab, She was black with a white breast badge. She died at seventeen in dog years nineteen plus one hundred her years, with tears we still blab.
I've always found that dog years are an especially sad way to measure time and, in this case, loss. The multiplication 'times seven' seems to also multiply our sadness.
Loving the half husky half lab