I hate people whose dogs grow to be fourteen, fifteen and sixteen years old so very, very much. I so loathe them for getting the opportunity to say goodbye. Could he not just have died in our arms?
Poor thing! But think about it: Nero lived a good life, he was healthy, always running around, happy, and his family loved him as much as he loved them. Anton's going to have a great time :)
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