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I can remember the first day I got him. Cold, wet, dark - not quite unlike today. He and I played together for the first time of many good moments that day, that moment, I knew he would be more than just a thing. He would live, he would be given a spirt full of energy. A fire unquenchable by all, and a live for the moment - carefree understanding of the world around him. He would be my bestfriend, my brother, and my guide. As the days went by we picked up on each other's traits, he found my shoot from the hip, ask questions later attitude amusing and I found his spirit what I needed to get by in life. He grew wiser, grew more carefree, and had an understanding about him, that whenever I needed would turn that understanding to use, and give me the solumn that I needed. I told him everything, from her first hello, to the last goodbye. He seemed to know how I felt and when I needed picking up he was there.
It's so hard to say goodbye.
Everyone says remember the goodtimes, not the bad - its hard, but he is in a better place.
I rest easy knowing he did not suffer. All he wanted was to see me one last time.
It's so hard to say goodbye.
Everyone says remember the goodtimes, not the bad - its hard, but he is in a better place.
I rest easy knowing he did not suffer. All he wanted was to see me one last time.