He wasn't mine. He belonged to another. But he touched my heart all the same.
Black and gray, big blue eyes, a pup that knew no shame. Ears perked high at words like "Go" and "Treat." He turned into a bouncing ball when the leash was retrieved.
As time went by, he slowed down, but the love he shared was always around. His master loved him and so did I.
Hope you're chasing squirrels in the sky. You will never be forgotten, little pup.
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