My dog passed away this morning. It was perhaps one of the most difficult things I have ever had to go through alone, which is interesting to say, especially with the last 3 weeks being utter torture. He was a 9 year old, 22 lb. Eskimo dog, with white fur, and a flowing white mane. He loved children, especially Emma. I don't know why he died. I hope to find out today, as I had to take him to the Rollins Necropsy Clinic in Raleigh this morning.
Tonight is the hard part. How to tell your daughter that her dog is dead.
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