Franks Wild Years
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My lovely bull terrier , George, died in December. He had stomach cancer and was only ten. It totally destroyed him, ate him up in the space of two weeks. The vet came round to our house to put him to sleep and he died cuddled up to me with his head on my lap. I cried for days and even now stupid things make me cry over him.
He was my best mate and I loved him to bits.
He was my best mate and I loved him to bits.