[venting occupied board]
My aunt gave me a Pin-Tzu (Pinscher and a Shih Tzu mix). She got pregnant by a very small dog as well, pregnancy went well. She birthed 3, one died unfortunately, in the first night.
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I raised the 2 that survived, loved them a lot. At the 3rd to 4th week, my dog died, she had eclampsia, post-birth complications. I was very sad. One day, family insisted on making a party at my house, a gathering, we were there and nobody in the family really respects me, I'm the druggie, the retard, etc etc..
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My dad, no joking, took my two dogs, sneaked into his car, drove away under the pretenses of buying more stuff for the party. I hadn't realized the dogs were missing because the kids were playing with them for a long ass time and I was trying to stay away from my family as much as possible. My dad gave my dogs away, out of spite.
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One of the reasons Asoori will always be a gem is that just like him, I too would kill my dad bare-handed, I would love the opportunity to do so. Yes, I beat him up at his house later (when my older brother wasn't there, because I would get no-diffed in a 2v1), beat him senseless and wrecked the place. I didn't cry when my first dog died or the others were kidnapped, but I found myself crying randomly about it, those moments in bed when you can't sleep and you remember them. Looking like a damn wompa on her period and shiiiiii, this post might have been gay, but I wanted to say this