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We never found out what was killing Margot.

The vet laid it out in the spring of 2023. The seizures were either a brain tumor or her liver failing, and the only way to know which was to pay for an extensive workup that would tell us. She was nearly 17 years old (that’s 119 in dog years).

The answer wasn’t going to change the ending, and the number in front of us was real, so we skipped it and put the money toward keeping her comfortable and happy instead. It didn’t feel like it at the time, but that was a…

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