Thank you RAGOM for allowing us to adopt and spend 11 years with Snoopy! He died Sunday, June 23rd at noon. Snoopy, the trooper, held on until after my daughter's graduation which was also his 13th birthday. My 17 year old daugher's Facebook post: "Snoopy was the sweetest dog ever. He lived 13 years, 11 with us. He was a rescued dog, came to us underweight and wearing a cone. After moving from place to place for so long he didn't think this was his real home, so he suffered anxiety in cars and didn't bark for the first few months. Then we got him a new collar, I like to think at that point he realized he wasn't going to be leaving. From that point on he was one of us. Heh he even had the same allergies as me! Alex, mom and I would walk him to a coffee shop on weekends, dad would feed him cashews while lounging on the couch, he would jump for mom on the top step as she got him food (actually the cutest thing ever), and let me shower hours of affection on him. He loved to lie on the deck in the hot sun, or snuggled up on my parents bed. He loved people, and a few select dogs.. This year I would come home from classes to have lunch with him as it got harder for him to get around. I think Snoopy lived a good life here, smiling right down to the end." Here is young Neva (age 7) with Snoopy. The F Family
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