When I met my lovely wife, she had two pugs named Sunshine and Angel. Sunshine was tan and always seemed old and grumpy. She snored so loud that I didn't know how anyone could sleep in the same house with her. The only time Sunshine got off her dog bed was to go to the bathroom or eat.
When my mass came back and my health was getting worse in March and April 2013, my relationship with Sunshine changed. She could somehow sense that I was in bad shape. I spent most of my days on the couch and Sunshine would start sitting and lying next to me. Sunshine watched over me and she greatly moved me and filled my heart with warmth, courage, and positivity.
Over the last couple of years, Sunshine became my dog. She became more active and playful. She was a happy 14 year old pug. Unfortunately, time caught up with Sunshine and she became sick with a terrible cough and she could barely walk. Our beloved Sunshine passed away this week. I know she is in heaven and out of pain. I will always cherish my brief time with her and how she comforted me in my time of need.
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