Farewell old friend, you will be missed.
I remember when you first came home, Andrew was adamant you were going to be named Spiderman. He lived and breathed the web-spinning superhero and nothing else would do. It took a little convincing but eventually you became Parker. Yes, we stayed with the Spiderman theme; you were named after the webhead’s alter ego Peter Parker.
In true Bichon Frise fashion, you were loyal to the last person to pay you any attention. A ball of white fluff, a big suck so tough barking at every dog that passed from behind the windowpane but hiding behind my leg if we ran into a four-legged friend in the park. You were a good companion to both Andrew and Emily being a constant for them through some difficult times. We are all richer for having you in our lives.
So as you head off to that big dog run in the sky, remember to sniff every fire hydrant you pass, chew every bone you can get your teeth on and remember us fondly as we will never forget you.
Farewell old friend, may you rest in peace.
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