I remember picking you out of the litter when I was in 6th grade. You were the smallest and not the fastest, but I liked you. You're 18 years old now...my, how time flies. We don't do it to get rid of you, but out of love...to ease your suffering. When your time comes soon, you will be missed. Can't you make it easier on us and just go on your own???
I love you little fur!
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