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My dog, Zen, who I've had for about 14 years, passed away. He got sick and my parents didn't know what was wrong and he died this morning. In the last few years he became more of my parent's dog than mine, because of the whole, going to college and then living in California thing, but I was the one who picked him out of the litter to keep and I'd like to think that the few times a year I saw him, that when I slipped him some chicken he remembered who I was.
Rest in piece, old friend.