When a family dog dies all the memories of him revive: those endless hours spent in the park, the warm fuzzy caresses, a thousand and one strokes on the fur...
The relationships he had with other dogs and all the times he was afraid or he thought he was bigger than he was and barked proudly at them. The funny episodes and the saving ones, the harder times and the best times of our lives, they were always around.
When he departs he stays where he has always been, in that special corner of the hearts of everyone who had the privilege of enjoying his company, because most of all he was one of our best friends.
(Rex, Zappa, Branco, Shake, Johnny, Eddie)
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