Ok, so tomorrow, my dog who I grew up with, who is now about 15 is going to the vets to be put down. For the past 2 years the poor thing has been blind from cataracts, finds it hard to walk after he broke his back slipping on tiles, and generaly stiff and old. Now his kidneys are failing... He has had the happiest life a Border Collie could have had, growing up on a farm, having so much space to run, the occasional sheep, and then he moved to Cyprus to retire :) I really do not know how I am going to take this.... It hasn't kicked in yet. It's gonna break me in pieces. I love him so much... So so much. I'm now crying as I write this. I am going to miss him so much. I really don't know what to do. His name is Streak. Urgh... He's my family
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