Squeaker Deserved Better

Thu, 12 Nov 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Today I’m heartbroken and angry because my baby Squeaker, my dog of eleven years, is dead, and he should have had at least a few more years left. He was twelve years old, a miniature pinscher. He was more than just a pet to me. In many ways, he was my first, the first one who chose me, who didn’t gravitate to someone else in the family. He was my emotional support animal, and in many ways, though it wasn’t official, my service dog. He would alert my mom when I wasn’t doing well, calm me when I was anxious, and just be with me on bad days. He always managed to make me smile.

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Squeaker Deserved Better