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Last night, my best friend of 17 years, my black poodle Frosty (so named because his chest and under his mouth were white when he was a puppy, thus giving the impression he’d licked/gotten into frosting) passed away. He had been suffering from a whole host of health issues. He was still alive earlier tonight but when I got home from work, I discovered that he’d died. I buried him in the backyard. I kept his collar and tag.
He lived a long life, a very long life.
Sleep well, friend. I will miss you so very much but will hold you in my heart forever.