The Monday after we got back from vacation my parents had to put down our puppy. The puppy that we've had for 15 years, Spike. He was a the best dog ever. Towards the end his life wasn't what it use to be. We will always remember him as the dog with the two tennis balls in his mouth...waiting for the third to be thrown so he could try to go get it. He always thought he was part human, laying on the bed with his head on the pillow or thinking he was small and trying to climb into your lap. He was definitely a part of the family, a brother to say the least. It was hard to lose him, but I will always have the memories! I love you Spikers and will miss you!!
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