Leo PawWord Story

My name is Leo. I am a male Pitbull mix. My visual description is Mainly black pit bull mix with white chest. Leo had his tail amputated late in life to help combat cancer. He weighted about 80 pounds.

Hey family, just a quick note from your favorite furball Leo, a.k.a. Kiki-Boo. Making my name known in Spencerville, keeping colleagues calm in chaotic office life earning Pizza treats for being good. Battling health issues bravely while despising veggies & our local FedEx guy, Mr. Murphy, equally. Remember my best bud Sammy and our copious adventures. Despite my physical absence, remain reminded of my love, strength, and loyal spirit. Woofs & tail-wags, Kiki-Boo! 🐶💗

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As I strolled down the whimsical Shepherd Skyline in Spencerville, I couldn’t help reminiscing the arrival of our Leo. Unfathomably striking, and black as the night, he was every bit the Pitbull he professed to be, with that characteristic white crest on his chest setting him apart.

I recall how his calm demeanor balanced the chaos around our office, his lazy strides and the soft thud of his hefty 80 pounds, a constant rhythm to our otherwise erratic day. There were moments when his face wore a sort of resigned stoicism, not unakin to an old soldier, bearing the scars of his battle against that dreadful disease.

But worry not! Beyond that facade thrived a beating heart yearning for life’s simple pleasures: a refreshing morning walk, a frolic in the quiet expanse of his backyard, and a pure, unadulterated delight for food at Pupperoni Pizza – the mere mention of which set him agog with joy.

I remember the daily humdrum around our workspace – the startling clatter of keyboards interspersed with chilling silence, interrupted only by the sound of warm, steady breathing; Leo napping peacefully in his corner, atop the fluffiest little cushion, oblivious to the deadlines looming over us.

All of us, we’d silently observe him, his tranquil presence reminding us of nature’s impermanence, making us appreciate the most mundane of affairs – it’s amazing how Leo could turn mere existence into a spectacle. Oh, Leo, how you despised Mr. Murphy, our FedEx delivery guy! One might assume it’s the love for drama or perhaps the mystery of those clandestine parcels, personally I blame that noisy little van of Murphy’s,.

I remember his odd culinary tastes, his disdain for vegetables and those strange antipathy towards fruits. But, as I recall, no creature is perfect, and in the grand scheme of things, I think, it barely mattered.

And there was Sammy, the Spencerville partner-in-crime, the Max to his Moritz. Their shared adventures, testimonies to a bond only the duo truly understood. It added to the charm, didn’t it?

Every time I pass by those skylines, past Western Labradoodle Lake, or snatch a glimpse of Silver Siberian Summit, I am reminded of Leo. The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, despite its feline allegiance, brings me memories of the extraordinary canine, who elevated our office space into something more than just four walls.

Leo’s legend echoes in the corridors of Spencerville – his strength, resilience, love, and loyalty, a testament to the sheer spirit of life. Here he resides, peacefully awaiting that joyful reunion with us – creating, as he always did, a masterpiece of life around him.

The End.