To Fergie,
My wonderful dog. I know you probably can't read, and you obviously will never find this, since you're a dog, and you don't own a phone and don't have thumbs or anything.
Anyway.
Fergie. You've been the best dog I've ever had, and I've only had two. I really fucking hope you can't feel what's happening to you. Because of that god damn tumor, you're dying. And today, I thought you did. You were in your spot under the bed, but you couldn't come out. You were stuck. You've been under there millions of times.
Fergie. Did you know that your legal name is 'Princess'? Yeah, I named you that before anyone had a say. You don't respond to it, though. Never did.
Fergie. I love you. I fucking love you more than I love Michael or Katie. More than I love Sparky. I would give anything for you to live and end up dying of old age. This? This is not how you should go. You do not deserve it.
From,
Me.
YOU ARE READING
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