My dad adopted an 8-year-old poodle at the end of August named Ruby. She had an ugly smile, but she always loved to cuddle up to people and gave nothing but love whenever you were near her. She was always a good, big buddy to sleep with, and she managed to play very well with my 2-year-old Labradoodle.
Today, Ruby ran into the streets and got run over, one of her legs severely snapped off, and we had to put her down.
Not even a fucking month and she’s already gone.
If there is some diety controlling the world, then he’s a sick fuck.
I don’t know what to do right now, I’ve been in tears non-stop and my heart’s…