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Well it looks like my sister's dog Angie has died. We haven't gone into the yard to check, but when I was outside and looked in it didn't look like she was breathing. It's sad, but as dad continually stated, she was 'a million and six', old when we got her when I was in second grade. We never expected her to live this long, and up until the very end she was energetic and happy. It seems like she had cancer or something and just got bad at the very end, so she didn't suffer long. But the sis has been in a funk all day, I feel sorry for her. Even though due to this funk she's also being a complete bitch to me.
