My mom called this morning and told me that Justin couldn't walk, eat, or anything. So I went over. My dad had tried all he knew, the truth was, Justin was old and ready. He went to sleep with his shoe under his head. My daddy buried him right next to a little cider tree, so Justin could have some shade. We put his shoes with him.
I know that he is happy now, but after 9 and half years, it is very hard to let him go.
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