in late august i had the pleasure of hanging out with a lovely old boy named nietzsche on a farm in southern ontario. even though nietzsche was 14 years, he never lost his puppy face. he was gentle and sweet. sadly, a few weeks ago, his family said goodbye to their good friend. being a city dog for many years, nietzsche enjoyed his last few months in farm country, getting up to no good in the fields. what more could a dog ask for?
goodbye friend.
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