"My face may be white but my heart is pure gold... there is no shame in growing old."

And grow old you did, my friend. We were lucky to have you for fourteen years. You were everything a friend should be... fiercely loyal, loving to your family, a good listener, faithful and trustworthy.

We didn't care that you got a little bit grouchy as you got older, we all do. And we didn't mind that you always carried our socks out to the backyard when you went outside. And we always saved you some spaghetti, because we knew it was your favorite.

We may have said goodbye, but you'll always be in our hearts. And I hope that wherever you are, there are lots of rowdy boys to bite, and someone to scratch your neck, I hope there's fresh cut grass to roll in, and that it's always spaghetti night.

Vaya con dios, mi amigo... Adios.

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