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@magick8bahl and I, know how much animals mean to us. I learned, in part, what love was with our dog Milo, who passed away right before the pandemic. I never thought I would be able to recover when he passed away, until we met Gus. ā£
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Gus was egregiously neglected and abused when we adopted him in 2020, and endured; endured in every sense of the word. He had massive scars from previous owners, was 40 lbs below his optimal weight, was deaf, had prostate issues, mast cell tumors, a spleen bleed, severe arthritis from years of abuse, and too many others to count. Despite all of this, he endured and learned to be a dog at the ripe age of 10. He loved harder than any entity Iāve encountered and showed me, yet again, what unconditional love truly is. He showed us every single day of his life with us how much he loved us, and we sure showed him back. ā£
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After all of the ailments, endurance, and love, Gus decided it was time for him to move on, and it hurts. It hurts as hard as it hurt when we lost Milo. I loved Gus so much more than any social media post will ever summarize, and I always will. ā£
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Iāll spend the rest of my life wondering if he found Milo and if they are best friends? Is he getting his favorite toppers on his favorite food? Did he discover that peeing on the rug is less efficient than peeing outside? And if he knows we miss him, and wish we could have another day with him? ā£
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Love doesnāt encapsulate how I feel for you, Gus. Weāll miss you, we love you, and weāll try to endure like you. So long, old pal, we will cross paths again someday. Your best friend, forever and always,ā£
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Rishi.
