Reflections on the Grind

thoughts on training and life of an introvert

Passing of a friend

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My dog, Pygmy, passed away last Sunday. He was 18 years, 1 month, and 21 days old. I was sad when hearing the news. It was not a big shock though, since his health had been in a decline for a while.

We had him in our house when I was 14. He was very little then. For a good part of his life, he was able to run up and down the stairs, and jumping high. This past several months he could barely walk. He had a fighting spirit. Even with blindness and weak legs, he still wanted to get up and explored. He lived a long life. I will miss him.


Written by Rop

February 24, 2010 at 2:28 pm

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