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Ohh. So sad when they go.
I know I have it to face with Pilau, probably within the next year and a half, and I am dreading it. Most of the time I don't think about it. But sometimes. When he's struggling to get up or down, and at night when I send him off to go sleep on his bed under the window, instead of following me upstairs like he's done for the last 12 years (up and down on the bed every night, not good or his joints: and he gets stucks halfway down the stairs sometimes in the middle of the night;p).
Gah. Gonna go give him biccies and a cuddle naow!
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