Small dog is always puppy.

2 weeks ago mom called me to say that our sweet plushy baby has died. And I fell really crushed about it... I've spent so much time with her eventhough she was my grandparents' dog. I've learnt her all comands she knew, was spoiling her with cuddles all night and little snacks which aren't supposed to be eaten by dogs. I'm still feeling sorry that I couldn't come home to see her once more... but anyways she had happy and joyful 12 years.
Few days ago mom found puppies for sale and family turned away from sadness towards incredible hype - because not only new puppy will be the first male dog in our family, but also we'll take him along with his twin brother.
I will never forget my sweet baby-doggy, my heart is big enough to love every animal I ever had. Farewell, Fima.