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My uncle's Chihuahua died because he fed it cheese everyday, gave it coffee, and never took it to the vet.

Your uncle deserves eternal pain and suffering.

He does, and he said it was "too expensive" to take his dog to the vet.
BITCH, YOU EARN SO MUCH MONEY FROM YOUR JOB

*get a weapon
*kill your uncle
*hope that he goes to hell

Then I'd go to juvy for killing him.

My first dog died from a sorta leg/hip disease that he was born with. It only got worse for him when I was in second grade, and he was laying on the floor, practically dying. He couldn't get up to go to the bathroom so he was like, living in his own shit, piss, and vomit. Needless to say, he was miserable. He was also very old but a very sweet dog and I came home one day to my parents crying and saying they had to put him down. I still have my plush that looks like him...