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Lost our 14-year-old Golden Retriever named Jack when he had a stroke on Thanksgiving Day with the family at our house (I hate that holiday). First time ever I had to take a dog in to put it down. He licked my arm, snuggled up to it and I held him as the drugs took hold. When I came home, my German Shepherd Zeke smelled the shirt and just whimpered. He knew his brother was gone. 

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