My dog was a cocker spaniel. He died on me when he was 13 years old, 4 years ago. I still miss him and I look at his picture every night, before going to sleep, at a picture of him - one of the latest pics with Dickens, Dick, my best friend.
He was born on March 6, 1988, so in few days it's going to be his 18th aniversary.
His parents were having pedigree as they were used in hunting, so before being acknowledged with his name, he was answering when whistled ....
He was my best friend, and so are dogs all over the world - bright souls coming in our path to help, support and cherish us. In 1995 I went in a travel in Europe, and I was away from him for 3 weeks. When I came back, he was so happy that he choked and lost breath, almost having a heart attack. That much love, and even more!
His friend was a persian tom-cat, named Ice. He loved eating pickles, melons, apples and above all bell peppers.
So, please,be so kind as to remind my golden cocker spaniel, soul of pure gold, Dick.
March 6, 1988 - October 1, 2001
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