Rest in peace to my old pupper, who had to be put down a few months ago.

I was around 8 or 9 when he first arrived at the house. At that time he was a puppy, and my father rescued him because otherwise he would've been put down.

He was a real pain sometimes because he'd always find a way to escape the house, but hopefully now he escaped the earth into doggy heaven... when he was about to be put down he couldn't even walk on a single leg anymore. That's when we knew it was time. I miss him though ;(