well, i got a text from my ex last night that i've been dreading.
time is short for dr doom, 1 of the best dogs ever. a 100lb bundle of love. he wouldnt get up for food or water.
he was supposed to b his dog, but u know dogs. he didnt know that. but through some convoluted circumstances, he ended up w him. i’m not mad about that. he ended up having a great dog life. living in mich, on a lake, w a boat dock to jump off.
after the split, i bought him a pair of bionic hips. i got stuck w the tab, that we were supposed to split. but it’s all good. he’s a great dog who deserved the best.
he’s 12 1/2, and up until recently was doing well.
it hits harder cuz biff is his half brother and only 6 mos younger. he’s high on the list of the best dogs i’ve had. even tho i havent seen him in years, i’ll miss him.
sure do wish i cd see him 1 more time, tho.
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a part of your heart, and you hold a part of him. Sending you big hugs 
When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below:
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debas'd by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on, it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one—and here he lies.
https://poets.org/poem/epitaph-dog
Dogs are family. They have a piece of our hearts.
