George joined our family when I was nine. She was the black cockerpoo runt of a litter of seven. I was so excited when the Brown family's poodle had the puppies. I remember the day I ran through the fields home to beg mom and dad to let me have one of them. My excitement and enthusiasm won them over, and I was awarded the task of picking out our puppy. I flew back to their home, my feet never touching the ground. As I inspected each of the black puppies, I counted only six of them. I was told that the littlest one, the runt, was too shy to join the other and was hiding inside the back corner of the dog house. It was like a flash of lightning: that was the dog for me. I named her George. George was always shy, but she blossomed into a wonderful member of the family. She was always afraid of others outside of our family, and would hide under the couch in the same spot whenever someone came over. She was like a miniature jet coming in for a crash landing as she belly-whomped under the old sofa. And you could always count on finding those piercing eyes peering back at you from under there. George and I became best friends. We were both kind of quiet and shy in our own ways I suppose. In spite of this, she was loyal and dedicated to the family until the day she died. I can only hope to do the same.
LESSON LEARNED: The solid friends in life aren't necessarily the loudest or most flambouyant ones. They are the quiet but constant presences that are always in the background, and are like us in many ways.
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