My dog Flea died in my arms on Sunday on the way back from a trip to my family's cottage. He was only five pounds but he wouldn't take shit from anybody. Try to pet him when he was resting and he just might bite you for your troubles. Yeah, he was ornery at times but I loved the little guy. He was nearly fifteen when he died and with me all my adult life. When I was reading in my bed at night he'd walk up and sit on my open book and lick my face. I'll miss him always...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
RIP FLEA 1993-2007
My dog Flea died in my arms on Sunday on the way back from a trip to my family's cottage. He was only five pounds but he wouldn't take shit from anybody. Try to pet him when he was resting and he just might bite you for your troubles. Yeah, he was ornery at times but I loved the little guy. He was nearly fifteen when he died and with me all my adult life. When I was reading in my bed at night he'd walk up and sit on my open book and lick my face. I'll miss him always...
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oh, i'm so sorry to hear that. sounds like he was one tough little guy but he loved his best buddy.
Sorry Steve.
I'm so sorry, Ker. I know I'll be in pieces when I have to say goodbye to my Buster.. I'll imagine Flea kicking the asses of papillions in that big dog park in the sky..
It saddens me to hear about your dear Flea. So sorry.
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