My life changed. The way it happened was natural; Dewey entered my life. It has never been the same. Only a few weeks after he came, I woke up to a baby pug shaking. His face looked so scared. All I did was hold him and comfort him. After school that day, I took him to the vet. Dewey was diagnosed with epilepsy. I didn't care. I loved him too much to let him go. We got him medications, kept him healthy (food-wise; and yes, he was fat. But that was not until he had to start his sterioids), and gave him the best life I could. He was my parter, my best friend in life. He was there for me when I literally had NO one else.
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| He even sat on my head. |
Thank you Dewey. I love you forever.
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