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Well, i don't remember him as a puppy, but he was a Sheltie we named Bearry.
We got him when i was about 3 months old. we finally put him to sleep this summer, at the age of 18. He was my best friend, my brother, my confidante. He still retained his sheep-herding instincts, and we were his herd. He used to walk around every night to check that we were all in bed, before hitting the sack himself. If we were playing too rough, he'd nip at our heels to get us back in to order. Near the end, he slept 20 hours a day and we had to carry him up to bed. And he stunk. But we never minded. I don't remember ever NOT having him.
God, do i miss him.
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Words of Wisdom:
If you could really get to know someone and know that they weren't lying to you, then you would know the world was real. Because you could agree on things, you could compare notes. That must be why people get married or make Art. So they'll be able to really know something and not go insane.
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