Over the Thanksgiving weekend my dog died. It was very sad. I went to Philadelphia with my parents for Thanksgiving and we housed Max at the Burnt Hills Vet. We came back on Sunday night and my father was going to pick him up the next day. That night the vet called and said that Max was having seizures and they didn't think he would make it through the night and they recommended he be put down. My mother hesitated but agreed. I think that if he hadn't gone to the vet he would be still alive. Sure he was deaf, blind and senile but he knew our house and it was probably to much of a shock for him to be somewhere else. Maybe the house kept him alive somehow. Even though he was old and gross I will miss him. It just seems like another thing in my life that is gone. RIP Max-you will be missed.
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