I just got off the phone and I found out that Mongmong passed away this morning. It's OK, he was suffering. The poor puppy had water on the brain. I went outside to have a little cry and now I have to go back to teaching. I hate having to put on a happy face when I don't feel like it.
Mongmong, I'll see you in a better place.
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