We had lots of pets growing up, so i lost a lot of pets.

2 of the hardest were our German Shepards. Max died on Christmas eve in like 88 or 89. We had gone out shopping the day before christmas eve and left him in the back yard. We came home and he had cut his leg on the metal screendoor. Dad took him to the vet and they stabilized him and told us he'd be ok and to come get him in the morning. He went into shock in the middle of the night and passed away.

We got another shepard after we had moved to virginia in 91. Ginny passed away last spring. My dad came home from work and just found her lying on the floor. Me and sis were in college and mom was in South Dakota, so he just took her out in the backyard and buried her himself. I felt so bad and actually cried when my mom told me that.

I'll probably get my own dog this fall when i get back from summer school in Vermillion.

Kitso
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