TastySandwiche
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When I was 5 years of age, my family adopted a beautiful English Staffordshire Bull Terrier; he was the most sweet hearted, beautiful dog you could ever own.
He was always there to listen to my speeches when nobody else wanted to listen, and he would always wag his tail whenever he heard my voice, I miss him dearly.
He tragically passed away on the 5th of January, 2009, from a major stroke that he couldn't survive from. I miss him everyday, and every night I pray that he will come back into my life.
Two nights after his passing, I was in my parents bedroom, and I saw him in the dark. He was just sitting there.
I just want him back, I want to hear his bark again, and to see him again. I miss him so much
He was always there to listen to my speeches when nobody else wanted to listen, and he would always wag his tail whenever he heard my voice, I miss him dearly.
He tragically passed away on the 5th of January, 2009, from a major stroke that he couldn't survive from. I miss him everyday, and every night I pray that he will come back into my life.
Two nights after his passing, I was in my parents bedroom, and I saw him in the dark. He was just sitting there.
I just want him back, I want to hear his bark again, and to see him again. I miss him so much