Here's an...explanation:
My dig died of a fever...
It was about 105 this morning...
He wouldn't eat or drink...
He was becoming paralyzed in his back legs...
And now he's gone...
Be angry at me for innactivity if you want...
But just know, that soon I'll be driven into a shadowy pit of depression...
Sorry.
...Sorry...
by NightRaven
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