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Fuzzy

This was Fuzzy as a little puppy in 1994. He was so small! And he had already grown quite a bit by the time this picture was taken. When we first got him, he couldn't even climb stairs because his little legs weren't long or powerful enough.

We were living in a tiny town called Wallaceburg at the time this picture was taken, in a tiny little two-bedroom house. It wasn't much, but it was our little love nest and we were happy. 		Image
Image This picture was taken in 1995 (still in Wallaceburg but in a bigger place), and Fuzzy was already full-grown. He's even helping Rebecca read :)
This picture was taken in 1996, in another tiny town called Port Lambton. Matthew had already been born by this time, but Fuzzy still got lots of attention because Matthew wasn't as demanding back then as he is now.

If we had known back then what we know now, we wouldn't have taken Matthew's relatively low demands for granted. But as they say, hindsight is 20/20. Experience is a hard teacher. No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy. School of hard knocks. I think I'm running out of cliches, so I'll stop now. 		Image
Image Matthew and Fuzzy, best friends.
Hey, what's that? Can I eat it?

This picture was taken in 1997, in Sombra. Fuzzy and Matthew were virtually inseparable. They did everything together, even crawling around the house on all fours. 		Image
Image This shot was taken in 1998. If there's one thing that a dog can't get enough of, it's sleep. Doesn't it seem like it'd be nice to have a dog's life sometimes? Sleep 14 hours a day, have your food and shelter provided for you, and if you're lucky, your master will bring a bitch for you now and then!
Fuzzy, meet David. The newest addition to our family. We know you'll take good care of him. Image
Image This shot was taken in 1999. David likes to play with Fuzzy's hair.
Matthew and Fuzzy in the basement in 2000. Image
Image Fuzzy in the front lawn in 2001.
Fuzzy just relaxing on the floor in 2002. Image
Image Fuzzy in the front lawn in 2003.
Fuzzy in Mississauga in 2004. Image
Image It's Fuzzy, the Christmas dog!
Fuzzy, walking around the soccer pitch before one of David's games in 2006. Little did we know at the time that this would be one of our last pictures of him.

Our little Fuzzy passed away on Tuesday, December 4, 2007 at the age of thirteen and a half years. He suffered a cardiac arrest at the animal hospital after having both late-stage heart disease and lymphatic cancer for months. In a sense, we were lucky that his heart gave out when it did, because it means that the cancer never got him. In his last couple of weeks, he became very lethargic as his heart weakened, and his heart stopped around noon on that last day.

I suppose I'm lucky. I was lucky to have my little friend for more than 13 years, and I was lucky that I was able to scratch him behind the ear one last time on that fateful day. My little friend went without suffering, which is all I could have asked for. 		Image

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