My beloved dog died today. She was very old, and was in great pain, she had arthritis, and was disoriented, often walking into walls. I'm very sad, but also relieved, it's been coming for a while, and I was able to bring her a bunch of roast beef for her last meal.
She's the bionic dog because of the titanium rods in her hips from being hit by a car when she was a puppy. I felt even more connected to her when I tore a ligament in my arm and had a similar surgery. We also had an abscess tooth taken care of the same day, hers was pulled while I got a root canal.
I'm 33, and my parents got her when I was 20. I still lived with them at the time, and she was a great companion. I eventually moved away, but I would visit on weekends, in part just to take her for long walks through the woods.
It's tough, I know a lot of Aspies can relate to animals better than to people, and I'm certainly no exception. There isn't a psychiatrist in the universe as effective as a walk through the woods throwing sticks for the dog to chase.
I'll miss her. Good luck bionic dog (her name is Edna) and thanks a whole lot. I hope you knew you were loved.

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O Wonder! How many goodly creatures there are here! How beauteous mankind is!