Lost my boy on New Year's Eve 💔🐾

I lost my boy, Franco, on New Year's Eve.

We found him alone on the street in April 2014 when he was a wee puppy. The vet told us he was about 3 months old that time.

He loves scratches, pets, walks, and treatos. He loves performing tricks and being told he's a good boy. He loves going to the park. One time, my sister left the gate open and he got out. She left without looking for him. I combed our village calling for him when I woke up and checked the camera footage. Guess, where I found him! They park! It was 1.5kms away. He was so happy to see me.

He enjoys getting his fur brushed and being sang to. He's got airplane ears and helicopter tail whenever he sees us. He's got the cutest little feets with the best tippy taps whenever he's excited. He's just a happy boy.

He hates getting his nails trimmed, but he never bites. He's not a big fan of loud noises like the roar of thunder and firecrackers. He gets our shoes and slippers and lays on them on the bed when we're not home. He is the most handsome, sweetest, and bestest boy. He would have been 11 this month.

I mean, he's really still just a puppy.

Please give your pets an extra hug and a kiss from my boy, Franco.