Last night my furry little friend, Fitz, passed away at the age of 12. He had been sick for quite some time and for the past two days he couldn't stand up, so it really was his time. Luckily, I have many memories of him that could last me a life time! He was one of the best dogs you could ever meet. My mum said he was the Gandalf of dogs, but I disagreed. I thought he was more of a hobbit, so I called him the Bilbo of dogs! I'm going to miss him, we got him when I was only two. I don't remember what it was like before we had him. I love you, Fitz! Rest in peace.
