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January 9, 2008
We lost Andy when he was sixteen. He was old for a dog, and had bad hind legs. His one eye was going blind, and all he did was lie around the house all day. He hardly even wagged his tail or came to greet us when we came home. My family voted on whether or not he should be put to sleep. I voted against it, and everyone else voted for it. Andy, although he was a loved pet, had become a nuisance. He could no longer hold the contents of his bladder. I miss my little dog Andy.