A while back I was learning how to drive a stick shift in this random neighborhood, and I see this black puppy roaming around happily. So I stop the car and call him over to me and he just comes running. He sat in the backseat with my mother and we decided to take him home.
I loved him the second I saw him. But of course we did put signs around saying we found this pup, cuz let's face it, he was just so handsome- he had to belong to somebody!
But nobody ever called...
So he became my Ville... Ville Valos. (Cool name huh?)
Well he was my sweetheart and I loved him to death- he wasn't like any of the other dog's I've ever had, he was really all mine! And you could tell by his personality. Once I took him to my favorite park where I feed the ducks and he jumped into the water! I was so shocked I thought he was going to drown and that I was gonna have to jump in there! But he started swimming and he came back out. Haha He's the coolest I tell ya!
Anyways, he ran out one day. And I never saw him again. :(
A sister from church told me that her and her son were taking a walk one day and a black dog had been run over on the street... And that she immediately called an animal place (ya I don't even know) but she described how she felt so sad for this pup that she started to pray and then very quickly- animal docs where there to help him.
I then told her that my black dog, Ville, had recently gotten out of the house... Tears started coming into both of our eyes!
I knew it was my Ville.
But anyways, I know that my Ville is in a better place having the time of his life. errr uhh best time of his after life. :)
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