Xpression.v2

My dog, Prancer, had to be put down today because he had advanced lung cancer to the point where he could barely breathe. It’s funny how an animal that can’t talk or really do much other than be there can be such a presence in someone’s life. I don’t love much, but I loved that dog. Fuck, mean yeah he barked too much, but not many people can be as loyal a friend as he was. I’m gonna fucking miss him for sure. Rest in peace, buddy. A tear has dropped for you, that I promise. And for one last time, let me just ask you, “How you doing, boy?”

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