The Reason I Named My Dog Butters
Prepare your tissues
When my last dog lay dying, our family sprawled out a mattress on the floor of our living room in order for her to lay in comfort. With labored breaths and shaky, barely-working legs, she was no longer the spry ball of youth and jubilation she once was.
Her name was Boo and I got her for my eighth birthday.
The floor was …
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