Many years ago my parents surprised me with a puppy, it wasn’t my birthday or Christmas they just wanted to give me a surprise. As I came down the stairs from my room, I could see a very small dog crate. In that crate was a very tiny puppy, with me only being 5 or 6 years old and she fit in my hand perfectly. We decided that we were going to name her Gypsy. My parents laughed when they saw my face when I opened the crate. It brought them joy to see me so happy about my first dog.
When we got Gypsy she was too small to play fetch or really do any damage to whatever was left around the house. Mostly she just got run over by our much bigger dog Molly. Gypsy and Molly became best friends and whatever Molly did so didn’t Gypsy. They would play outside all day and when I got home it was like the three Amigos. Most of the time this made me laugh because when Molly would start chewing on a rock Gypsy would go grab one. Both of them loved going out for walks in the woods, all three of us loved exploring.
Gypsy made me laugh all of the time while out in the woods from sneaking up on me to running through the brook and playing in the water. After a few years it was just me and Gypsy, we both watched as Molly took her last breaths and we said our goodbyes and for about a week we didn’t know what to do. Then I finally asked Gypsy if she wanted to go for a walk. It made me laugh watching her jump off of the couch and wag her little stub of a tail she had. We both knew how to make each other happy and she always made me laugh no matter the situation, Even though Molly was gone we still made plenty of memories and had many laughs over the years.
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