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I was 17 when Fluffy, my beloved dog, died. I got Fluffy from my father, just before he decided to skip out on my mother and I. Losing my dog was one of the most tragic and devastating experiences.
Months later, my aunt Gina came over. Mom told her that I needed help to overcome the grief caused by the death of my pet.
Gina thought replacing Fluffy with a ceramic dog would be a great idea. I will never forget her words: ’Come on, cheer up, I got you something! Here’s another friendly face to have around. Check this out – you can take the head out and keep your jewelry there!’