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This is my very good boy, Growlithe. He’s 10 years old and we were just informed he has a mass on his liver.
(lemmy.world)
We’re not doing so well with the news. We’ve had him since he was a 8-week-old puppy, and we’re definitely not ready to say goodbye. He’s the sweetest and quietest husky you’ve ever met.
Anyway, I guess I’m posting just as a coping mechanism, but I guess post your messages for him or us, his caretakers, and we’d love to share them with him or appreciate your admiration for him.
Image Alt text: a smiling Siberian Husky in a yard with grass, a tree, and a brick feature in the background. The husky is looking upwards behind the camera. He has light blue eye, a black and white coat with a hint of tan on his legs, and a raccoon-like mask printing around his eyes.
No kidding. I’d seen someone once relate our lives in comparison to elves in medieval fantasy stories: we live far beyond their lives, many times over. We care for them, speak a complex language they can only grasp a small portion of, but are generally caring and inviting of them as part of our own. To them, we must seem like gods.