some bad turned out to be good

back in June 2005, my step mom bought a black and white chihuahua/poodle and we named him named Peto. He was about 7 weeks old, tiny, hairy and very cute. well I as well had a rottweiler that had cancer and passed away 2 months after getting peto. well the day I find out my rottwelier died I was very sad and hurt. I was sitting on the stairs and the moment tears fall from my eyes peto climbs up the stair and puts his little paw on my shoe and licks it and looks sad as well, like he knows what im going through. so from that moment he never left my side and always makes my bad day the best.

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