His name was Foxtrot. He was a few months old, he was not exactly my home pup but I used to be with him every evening before my classes started as he found his home near to the Institution I attended. He was my brother and a good chap, playful. He had a brother who’s big and brave now. Foxtrot passed away on December 31st of 2015, I wish to have celebrated the new year with him but he was taken away too soon. I hope wherever he is now, he’s well and fine. If in anyway he can hear me out, all I would like to say is that I miss you, bud. Only if you could return back. God bless.