Murphy was a good boy. I had him for sixteen years. He got hit by a car when he was 8 years old. Due to the onset of gangrene, we were forced to amputate his back right leg. We had a lot in common. We were both disabled. We had so much fun together and I took her everywhere with me. We wlked around Greenlake together, explored dogparks everywhere, spending all our time together.
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