Tyson the Shih Tzu

by Aleea
(Texas)

My mom once told me, love was greater (and weaker) than grief. So when Tyson (my first dog) passed away on Christmas, I thought she was lying. I thought there was nothing worse than the death of a very personal friend.

My mom told me that he got sick, but a year later she told me that a dumb, cruel man had killed him. There I vowed that I would take care of his son, Tyson Jr.

It's because we love that we grieve. But death will never keep me from my pet.

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