happy valentine's day, my meatball & everyone I love!!!
- Mika Kitamura
- Feb 14, 2016
- 4 min read

This is Fred.
Only 1 month after Drill passed away,
he appeared out of blue, and stayed with us for only 10 months. His former human Mom also passed away with brain cancer, so nobody couldn't take care of him.
A mom from my son's school heard about him and asked me if we could have him.
First, we were still in deep sadness after we lost Drill, and couldn't even think of having another dog. It made me feel some guilty for Drill also. I have almost become pet loss, I think. But after I said to her "maybe No", kept thinking of this 7 year old poor big guy who also lost his loving human Mom and felt lonely like us lost Drill. So I called her again to see him anyway.
Then, he came.
With this face.
Who could say No to him???
We fell in love with him at the first sight. From that moment, he joined our family.
Since then, Fred gave us nothing but huge LOVE.
He made us smile or laugh everytime we saw him. He was gentle, sweet, a lazy big meatball. He was love itself.
He told me loving another dog was not forgetting Drill at all. It was totally opposite.
It's been a year today, since he crossed the rainbow bridge.
It was Valentine's day night.
He had his dinner, went potty, and had some cookies, and then, got a heart attack.
I still can't belive what was happened that night.
But he became an angel.
I miss him soooooo much. But at least, he gave me a little relief because he made me think he was not hungry when he went. He had even some cookies ;) I believe he wanted to see his first Mom on Valentine's day.
We still miss him so much, but I think he is very very happy in heaven with his Mom he loved.
Thank you Fred.
We love you forever.


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