I had a dog. A Staffordshire Bull Terrier. But it ran into the road chasing a cat and got run over. Cost a fortune in vet bills. It lost the use of it's 2 back legs. Had to rap it's paws up in socks n shit cause it used to drag em about when playing. He was like normal n shit but couldn't use his Heind legs n pissing involuntary. Reason we kept him like that was because the bastard vets convinced us they could work again with surgery. Fuckers milked us for a fortune. Eventually enough was enough and it wasn't fair on the dog so we had him put down. You say next time your dog can die but I tell you what you might be a grown man but you'll blub like a baby seeing your dog ket put down. Not cool.
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