Have you ever wished for someone you love to die, and to die quickly? I wish you never have to.
He is dreaming of walking, running, barking, playing. His breathing is steady. I see a smile twitch onto his face. In reality, he is just a shell, shivering at noon.
Rest in peace Tiger. I pray you are in a green field of happiness.
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