*sweaty shirtless man desperately plays out rimshot echoing through emtpy crowd… he is so sweaty*
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Been there 3Please reblogOK. So this is my dog, Max. When we first got him, he was around 3 or 4 and I was around 3 and a half. I took these photos of him when I came home from school a couple of months ago. He was asleep, but he woke-up and got really excited. He almost fell over trying to get up to greet me, hahahaha. I literally grew-up with this dog, and it sounds pretty stupid but when ever I got upset, I’d go into the laundry and and just sit there with him. I’d always used to lay down with my head on his stomach, but as the years went by, he’d be the one resting his head on my lap. I’d tell him everything, and being a dog, he’d sit there and just let me vent. It was actually pretty funny, because whenever I’d start to cry, he’d whimper. Whenever I’d start to laugh, he’d start howling. He would always do the most stupidest things which would make my day. He was probably one of the most dopiest dogs I’d ever met, and he would literally always drag you outside to play with him. He’d come with me on my jogs and always run until I couldn’t anymore. When he was a puppy, he had a growth in his throat, but we got it surgically removed. A few months ago, it grew back, and it got worse and worse. It got to the stage where he could hardly breathe, and he’d throw everything back up. He couldn’t even stomach water. In his sleep, he’d have sleep apnea, and wake-up gagging. He was literally my best-friend and was always there. Yesterday, I came home from school in the worst mood. I had a headache, and felt sick the whole day. I went over to the fridge to get a drink and I saw a vet recept. It said that the euthanasia had been completed. I went straight to the laundry, but his bed wasn’t there. I then went to the pantry, but his food wasn’t there. My dad started crying as he told me he took Max to the vets to get him put-down. It took him two hours to finally be able to bring himself to take him. Mum started crying, so did I, then so did my younger brother. It was horrible and it’s so different not having him running through the house anymore. I miss him so much, I can’t even put it into words. I know this won’t get many notes, and I’m definitely not expecting it to, but I just wanted to tell you how much I loved him, and hopefully you kind of understand how much apart of the family he was to us. He was truly one-of-a-kind. I miss you Max.
R.I.P.
yesterday my friend told me that black people wear shorts underneath their pants bc they never kno when they r gonna play basketball
