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How about a new segment ladies and gentlemen.

I'm going to try to give you all a thought daily.

Keep checking in, fools,

I also have some stuff to tell ya'll about.

I haven't told many people, but a really hard thing happened to me the other day.
My dog, Cappie, died.
It was really sudden.
One night, he was looking somewhat sick, so I gave him some worm medicine. He looked much better and was really acting like himself and looking great the next day.
The following day, I went outside to feed him and he looked terrible. He wouldn't move or eat and just looked at me. It broke my heart. My dad and I rushed to the store to get more medicine and by the time we returned, it was too late.

This hurt. Worse than when I wrecked my truck and probably could even be compared to when Jamee and I broke up. Cappie was the first dog that I actually took care of. In the past, I've let my dad feed the dogs and let him take the time to play with them. Cappie was different. We spent every second possible together. I trained him, and played with him every chance I got. We spent hours a day together and it really hurt to lose him.

Anyway, I hate that. He was an amazing dog and it just doesn't seem fair. I don't exactly know how what happened and I don't think it's fair. I know he's in a better place now so I guess this is for the best.