He's a Doberman.
He was always obedient.
He liked putting his leg on ours.
He licked our hands.
He is 'Dobby'.
This Tuesday (9th December 2008), he died.
I saw him struggling for some moments.
And we had to make a harsh decision. A decision to put him to sleep.
I saw him die. Tears filled my eyes.
I was sad. In fact, my whole family was saddened by his death.
He had been a very good dog all this while. He has done his job very well too.
It's time for you to rest, Dobby. I will never forget that I ever had you in my life.
IN MEMORY OF DOBBY.