We got my beloved friend when he was just a pup. He was a 6 pound Poodle who attached himself to me. I think he thought I was connected some how. In reality...I was. He followed me everywhere and seemed to worry if I did not return to him quickly. He would come looking for me if I took too long.
I knew he had lived a long full life and I could tell he was tired, but held on because he knew he just could not leave me.
He never really played with balls or toys but he would sure grab my socks when I took them off! He played with the other dogs and protected us from any harm.
Even though I knew he was slowing down...he had lost his eye sight and could hardly hear...nothing prepares you, really. He was attached at my hip and I at his.
I will miss my friend. I love you Po Po. Rest in peace my friend. I hope to see you later.
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