I rang my parents tonight to tell them about my dog being ill, which has really upset them (I feel bad about that), and we talked about the possibility of my dog dying or having to be put down.He's 15 and almost-a-half now, so I guess he's had a good innings as far as lives go.
But I don't want him to die!
As silly as it might sound, he's almost like a child to me or something like that in terms of how much I care for him. I've owned him since he was six weeks old. When we met it was an instant connection. He owns me just as much as I own him.
If he dies, I dun know what I'll do.
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