You bastards are making me tear up...
After my dad was killed, we still had the dog, Hook... Captain Hook.
He was the most lovable, dopiest dog. He spent 2 years taking care of us, and then when he was sure we were okay, he went to join my dad. I have a blanket with pictures of him all over my bed.
It was funny, my dad used to say, “I’ve had a lot of dogs, but damn I’m going to miss this guy the most.” And I guess he was lucky in some ways, because Hook missed him something terrible.
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