In November 2009, our dog, Owen-the-great, passed away.
From up there, I like to think that he casts one of his memorable gentle looks at us when he sees our oldest daughter regularly picking up his framed picture on my husband's night stand and going around the apartment saying "gentil ouen, gentil boubou"*.
And kind he always was.
*"Nice wen, nice doggy"
Credits: TheDaydreamer
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