He was an adorable bichon frise who touched a lot of lives.
Brought love and playfulness and joy to everyone he came in contact with.
He died from cancer—leaving his owners and many others broken hearted.
I didn’t know you, Andy, but I’ve heard you were a great little dog.
Being a bichon, you were a step above a dog.
I can attest to that because I have my own bichon frise—Michael Jackson.
From your picture, you remind me of him.
Smart, always up for a snack or a squeeze toy or cuddling from a human. Not exactly the most sociable with other dogs but seemingly always comfortable in the company of people.
Can’t stand the thought of losing my Michael Jackson, as I’m sure your owners could hardly bear losing you.
Must have been one of the saddest days in the world when Andy, who lived in Georgia, passed.
Tears and hugging and prayers, I’m sure.
And guess what else?
There Andy was—gloriously up in the sky—the day the little guy died.
As if he were on his way to Dog Heaven.
Andy’s pictures and moving likeness of his shape in the clouds appear with this blog post.
So long, Andy—the dog I never met.
But surely the dog that will never be forgotten.
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