~A Dog's Life~

~A Dog's Life~

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Last published Fri, Apr 10, 2015

This story is about a dog that has Addison's Disease. He and his mother got adopted by a family with two kids. They named him Addison. His others name was hope. Hope died six months after they adopted them. After hope died, Addison just layer on the couch or days and days. After a few months after hope died, he started to feel bad. He just ignored it because he thought that is was something that he ate. (He eats every thing he sees). When they took Addison to the Vet, they ran test and found out what was wrong.

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