So my friend had me post this on here for others to read.
Many years back my Grandparents were walking down a sidewalk with many shops down the road. My Grandmother stopped and looked through a window with baby Bichon puppies bouncing about in a crate. However, among all the little puppies my Grandmother spotted one that seem to of caught her eye. As my Grandparents walked in my Grandmother asked the pet owner if she could hold the little puppy. As she held it the little puppy dug its claws deep in her coat, almost as if she was hugging her. The pet owner tried to pull the puppy away, but the puppy wouldn't move. The pet owner told my Grandmother she either needed to buy the puppy or leave. My Grandmother then glanced over at my Grandpa and said "looks like we have a new member of the family." After they bought the puppy they decided to name her Sheeba.
A few years down the road the puppy grew into an adult. My Grandparents loved her like she was their own daughter. They took her wherever they went! Sheeba was like my Grandmothers shadow that followed her everywhere!
As years passed Sheeba started growing older. Me and my Aunt thought it was time to let Sheeba go. She couldn't walk very well and had trouble breathing. The next day my Grandmother went down stairs to feed her, everything grew silent, when we heard her scream. Sheeba had passed away on Christmas Eve morning. My Grandpa started barring her under Saint Joseph in our front yard. Everyone was sad on Christmas. I stared at my Grandmother looking down at her torn pink collar crying. That night, I painted a portrait of Sheeba for my Grandmother to remember her by. My Grandmother cried when she saw the painting "it looks just like her"
To this day we say that she lived a very good life for a dog. That she is somewhere special missing us too.
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