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i just got back from san diego a few hours ago. it was amazing,
in sucky news, my little doggie has cancer. my mom found out while i was away, but didn't want to tell me until i got home. i went to dinner right after stepping off the plane, and i guess she decided she couldn't wait any longer to tell me. this led to me crying on my cell phone while trying to order sushi. he has a lump in his paw that cannot be removed without removing the whole paw. his is 11 years old and tiny so removing his paw is not really an option. apparently he could go any day, or last a few months more. hes such a good dog. up until about a year ago he walked two miles almost every day with my parents. thats pretty damn good for a 10 pound dog with stubby legs.

dusty

doesn't he look like a puppy? sometimes it's hard for me to belive that we've had him since i was 13.