I've just got rid of Rover, 42 years old but very crusty. A powerful beast back in the day, a breed favoured by carefull landowners, middle management and some dodgy politicians. The beautiful glossy coat has somewhat faded and the spark of vitality has disapeared.Blind and toothless, poor old Rover runs no more. The man from eb** said he would be coming tomorrow to grease my palm, but assured me that he would be very kind to Rover, I'm a trusting soul and believe him. I shall miss the days of being out with Rover, the attention that the big old beast would receive, allways thirsty and needing a drink, a high maintenance breed. Farewell Rover.
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