I.
Was.
Dying.

Gods. I was still here, not bothering to to much. I kept myself far away from anyone, trying to be as secluded and alone as possible. And so far, I was doing good. Although I wasn't in the greatest conditions. My bones were protruding from my sides, and my hips were prominent and pointed. My once golden coat was now a poor, poor dull yellow cream color.

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