Had to say goodbye to our great pup, Sparky, on Saturday morning. He was ten years old when he came to live with us and we got the impression that those first ten years were pretty tough. He was mainly all bones when he arrived. But we beefed him up with liver sausage and lots of treats and he thrived. He was 15 years old when he left us. He was really sick, but he was still able to look up at us with those big eyes of his, full of love.
We walk through the house now and see him in every corner. We are so missing him, but happy that we were able to share part of his life.
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