Tony in his younger days.
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Man, out of ALL the dogs, my buddy just knows when I could use a little love, and he's always good for coming by me in those times.
I literally can't count the mornings I get up and there's my man dog, laying by the door to the bedroom I had closed, waiting for his dad to get up.
Saying goodbye is different for all of them, and I had to do that unexpectedly with my angel Laney aka "street hound" a few months ago.
I'm glad I am able to do this for Tony before he hurts himself or has a miserable life or death, but man, I am having a more difficult time with this than I should.