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  Goodbye Mitzuo

I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.  Once in a while, you’d let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, “I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as you’re not watching.”
We went for long walks and runs in the village , stops for ice cream and you took long naps in the sun waiting for me to come home… As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window
and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me
with your tail wagging just to say, “Welcome home. I missed you. “You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV or surf the net, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention .
You never asked for anything more than for me to pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg. As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired  and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes,i keep saying don’t go, don’t leave us 
One last time, you were lying next to me.For some strange reason, you tried to stand up and eat just for me, perhaps it was your sense of pride and you want me to be happy. you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say,
“Thank you for taking care of me.
And I thought, “No, Mitzuo…  thank you for taking care of me.”
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