There's no point in avoiding the issue anymore: I'm old. Like really old. Like fifty-something. Most dolphins don't live past 40. I may be the oldest dolphin who ever lived.
I'm not really feeling my age. I can still swim and party like I used to. But not everybody feels that way. Some of the more knowledgable zoologists think it's time to put me down.
Now before you go freaking out about my impending death, let me explain a couple things to you. First, everybody dies, so suck it up. Second, I went to the doctor yesterday, and it turns out almost all my vital organs are cancerous. I did not see that coming.
I haven't decided if I'm going to let them do it or if I'm going to live out the rest of my natural life. Either way, I'll try to post from beyond the grave, but I don't know how that stuff works. I hear they don't have too many computers in heaven.
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