I was raised an only child, but I had a little brother.

It didn't came from my mom or from my dad, but he still was my little brother.

We played a lot.

We sat down and ate a lot.

I would give him some of my food hidden.

Every night he would drink milk and then go to sleep with my grandparents in their room, on their bed.

He was raised and love by my parents, my grandpa would carry him all over the house.

As the time passed, he became old like me, but he was way older.

He was still tiny.

I stopped giving him my food, but still gave him lots of treats.

He was always so happy when we arived and would sing and make noise to anyone that came.

Everyone in my family loved him.

Even though he wasn't my brother, even though he wasn't human, he is still part of my family.

Freddie, I know you are going to a better place. Thank you for being a good dog and thank you for letting us say good bye.

Frederico, 19 years old, maltese.