havu
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On December 23rd, my best friend passed away trying to get uo to greet my brother and I at the door. He couldn't do it and passed on. Who is my best friend you ask? My dog named Lucky. My brother and I will not ever hear the jingle of his collar anymore, him playing with his food, him laying next to each of us when one leaves the house. When I moved away, I let my brother and my grandma have him. I couldn't take him away because I didn't want them to be depressed or lonely. Even though he knew I will always come back to visit and eventually move back home permanently to live with my brother. I only got to spend time with him for a few days and in those few days he will always be our little brother and my baby boy. It is goodbye for now Lucky, we will be together again when my time is up my best friend and know that my brother, grandma and I will miss you, but never forgotten.