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Today I want to tell you the story of Fritz, a story that unfortunately hasn't always been happy, but despite this, his life has been full of love.

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It all started one spring morning, 6 years ago when my mother and I went to see my uncle, because he hadn't been in touch for a few days and hadn't answered his phone. Upon our arrival we made a terrible discovery, unfortunately my uncle had died, he had had a cardiac arrest while he was on the sofa and next to him was Fritz, his beloved dog heartbroken and shaken.

A mixed breed weighing 40 kilos, a very good and lively dog, with a great desire to play. My uncle was a bit of a hermit and was also a bit grumpy, but he absolutely loved his Fritz, he never made him want for anything and raised him good and healthy.

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As a first eventuality, we had some friends of my uncle look after Fritz, while we took care of the funeral and my grandmother's house, which had remained empty.

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Do you think that poor Fritz for the trauma of having seen his beloved master leave, for an entire year, every day at exactly 19 in the evening he began to howl and cry. We always assumed it was the time my uncle passed away.

Calm things down a bit, We brought Fritz to our home. We had to wait, because at first we were too busy and Shyla is at home, a very good rottweiler, but inside her garden she could have been more territorial and not accept Fritz, I needed time to work on them together.

To help us in all these matters there was also my aunt, who unfortunately also left us two years later due to a terrible illness, which I remembered with love in this post, where she was precisely together with her beloved Fritz of hers.

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Yes, because Fritz was so good and sweet, that everyone fell in love with him and wanted to cuddle and look after him. In fact, shortly thereafter my aunt wanted to take Fritz with her for a while, during the cold winter, since he was starting to be more than 10 years old and he had to sleep in the garage and it wasn't hot at all in the Venetian countryside.

The freezing winter passes, but my aunt was too fond of Fritz and wanted him to stay with her, who lived alone and that was fine with us because she would keep her company and support her morally.

But shortly thereafter, my aunt unfortunately got worse and she could no longer take care of her beloved Fritz, so he came back to stay with me. Just think that when my aunt was already very ill, she asked me and my brother for a favor, if we could take Fritz to her, because she wanted to see him. So we immediately got to work, I, my mother and my brother washed and cleaned Fritz thoroughly and went to my aunt's. I remember the scene like it was today, my aunt was so happy to see him that she forgot everything else for a moment and threw herself on the ground to hug him, it was really intense.

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I had not yet had the opportunity to get Fritz and Shyla together, in previous periods they remained separate. Now it was time for them to learn to be together in the same garden and it was not so difficult in the end. At first Shyla used the streng on Fritz to impose that she was in charge there, he accepted and submitted, once the hierarchies were established there was no longer any problem, on the contrary, it was the beginning of a love story.

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I still laugh when I think of all the times Shyla would put Fritz down because she couldn't take it anymore, he was really a pain in the ass, he kept teasing Shyla, both to play with her and because he also wanted something else mmm... Shyla got really pissed at times, but deep down you could see that she liked those attentions, because then she went to look for him ;).

It absolutely did not end here. At this point in the story Andrea, one of my dearest friends, comes into play, who by often coming to visit me had met Fritz, who we don't know why, in what way, but a feeling was born between the them that I had never seen before. Fritz went crazy every time he saw Andrea, he no longer looked at anyone, he only listened to Andrea and followed him like a shadow.

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We started often going out together for walks, me with Shyla and Andrea with Fritz, until one day Andrea asked me if he could become Fritz's owner and take him home with him. I didn't think about it, I immediately said yes, because I blindly trusted him and then that love I saw between the two of them was an incredible thing.

From then on Fritz spent 3 wonderful years of his life together with Andrea, who took him everywhere with him, living a lot of positive experiences together. He took exceptional care of him until his last day, even operating when he needed treatment, pampering him until the last moment, when he passed away at the ripe old age of 16. He was so good and sweet, that despite his size he had managed to break through even the hearts of Andrea's sister and her father, who were terrified of dogs. He was just loved by everyone.

We buried Fritz together, Andrea was destroyed, but I too am crying right now because the memories are fresh and both him and all the people he was related to who are gone, I miss them a lot. They left a big void in me.

But I'm happy because Fritz's life was full of love from everyone. He was special, like my friend Andrea who took care of him and did it with great love.

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I'll tell you a funny thing about him. He had this thing, that when he was jolted to play and fussed around a lot, he start run with his head down, not looking where he was going and just run in circles like crazy at full speed. On two occasions he hit me once and my brother once: D, now I laugh, but you have no idea what a blow I got with a 40 kilo dog that charged me at full speed. I never understood why this frenzy started in him, he made me laugh, but you had to watch your legs, because he didn't look where he was running.

I wanted to remember a little bit of his life in these posts, a wonderful dog, with a big heart and the desire to be around people and create indelible bonds. The love that a dog can give is, in my opinion, the most beautiful and purest thing a person can receive. Friends, I send you a big hug to you and all your beloved dogs.

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<i>Dear friends this is all, I hope you found this post interesting. Stay tuned for the next news, Thanks for your attention.</i>

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<center> **VERSIONE ITALIANA** </center>

Oggi voglio raccontarvi la storia di Fritz, una storia che purtroppo non è sempre stata felice, ma nonostante ciò, la sua vita è stata ricca d'amore.

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Tutto iniziò una mattina di primavera, 6 anni fa quando io e mia madre siamo andati a trovare mio zio, perché non si faceva sentire da un po' di giorni e non rispondeva al telefono. Al nostro arrivo abbiamo fatto una terribile scoperta, purtroppo mio zio era deceduto, aveva avuto un arresto cardiaco mentre era nel divano e a fianco a lui c'era Fritz, il suo amato cane affranto e scosso.

Un meticcio di 40 chili, un cane molto buono e vivace, con una grande voglia di giocare. Mio zio era una persona un po' eremitica, gli piaceva stare per i fatti suoi ed era anche po' scorbutico, ma amava il suo Fritz in modo assoluto, non gli faceva mai mancare niente e lo aveva cresciuto buono e sano.

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Per una prima evenienza abbiamo fatto accudire Fritz da alcuni amici di mio zio, mentre noi ci occupavamo dei funerali e della casa di mia nonna che era rimasta vuota.

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Pensate che il povero Fritz per il trauma di aver visto il suo amato padrone andarsene, per un intero anno, ogni giorno alle 19 di sera esatte si metteva ad ululare e piangere. Abbiamo sempre pensato che fosse l'ora in cui mio zio venne a mancare.

Calmate un po' le acque, Abbiamo portato Fritz a casa nostra. Abbiamo dovuto aspettare, perché nel primo momento eravamo troppo impegnati e a casa c'è Shyla, un rottweiler buonissimo, ma dentro al suo giardino poteva essere più territoriale e non accettare Fritz, avevo bisogno di tempo per lavorare su loro due insieme.

Ad aiutarci in tutte queste faccende ci fu anche mia zia, che purtroppo anche lei due anni dopo ci lascio per un terribile male, che ho ricordato con amore in questo post, dove era appunto insieme al suo amato Fritz.

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Si perché Fritz era così buono e dolce, che tutto si innamoravano di lui e lo volevano coccolare ed accudire. Infatti da lì a poco mia zia volette portare Fritz con se per un periodo, durante il freddo inverno, visto che iniziava avere più di 10 anni e da me doveva dormire in garage e non era caldo per niente nelle campagne Venete.

Passa il gelido inverno, ma mia zia si era troppo affezionata a Fritz e voleva che rimanesse con lei, che tra l'altro abitava da sola e per noi andava benissimo perché le avrebbe fatto compagnia e sostenuta moralmente.

Ma di li a breve, mia zia purtroppo peggiorò e non poté più occuparsi del suo amato Fritz, così torno a stare da me. Pensate che quando mia zia stava già molto male, chiese un favore a me mio fratello, se potevamo portare Fritz da lei, perchè voleva vederlo. Così ci siamo subito messi al lavoro, io, con mia madre e mio fratello abbiamo lavato e pulito per bene Fritz e siamo andati da mia zia. Ricordo la scena come fosse oggi, mia zia era così felice di vederlo che si dimenticò per un momento di tutto il resto e si getto a terra per abbracciarlo, fu veramente intenso.

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Non avevo ancora avuto l'occasione si fare stare insieme Fritz e Shyla, nei periodi precedenti rimanevano separati. Ormai era giunto il momento che imparassero a stare insieme nel stesso giardino e non fu così difficile alla fine. Shyla in un primo momento uso la prepotenza su Fritz per imporsi che comandava lei li, lui accetto e si sottomise, stabilite le gerarchie non ci fu più nessun problema, anzi, fu l'inizio di una storia d'amore.

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Rido ancora quando penso a tutte le volte che Shyla metteva giù Fritz perché non ne poteva più, era davvero un gran rompi palle, continuava a stuzzicare Shyla, sia per giocare dando colpi con il muso, sia perché voleva anche qualcos'altro mmm... Shyla si incazzava nera a volte, ma in fondo si vedeva che quelle attenzioni gli piacevano, perché poi andava a cercarlo lei ;).

Non è assolutamente finita quí. A questi punto della storia entra in gioco Andrea, uno dei miei più cari amici, che venendomi spesso a trovare aveva conosciuto Fritz, che non si sa perché, in che modo, ma tra loro due nacque un feeling che non avevo mai visto prima. Fritz impazziva ogni volta che vedeva Andrea, non guardava più nessuno, ascoltava solo Andrea e lo seguiva come un ombra. 

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Abbiamo iniziato uscire spesso insieme per fare delle passeggiate, io con Shyla e Andrea con Fritz, finché un giorno Andrea non mi chiese se poteva diventare lui il padrone di Fritz e portarlo a casa con se. Non ci pensai, dissi subito di sì, perché mi fidavo ciecamente di lui e poi quell'amore che vedevo tra loro due era una cosa incredibile.

Da lì in poi Fritz trascorse 3 splendidi anni della sua vita insieme ad Andrea, che lo portò ovunque con sé, vivendo un sacco di esperienze positive insieme. Si è preso cura di lui in modo eccezionale fino all'ultimo giorno, facendo anche operare quando ebbe bisogno di cure, coccolandolo fino all'ultimo momento, quando si è spento alla veneranda età di 16 anni. Era così buono e dolce, che nonostante la stazza era riuscito a fare breccia anche nel cuore della sorella di Andrea e di suo papà, che erano terrorizzati dai cani. Era amato proprio da tutti.

Abbiamo seppellito Fritz insieme, Andrea era distrutto, ma anch'io sto piangendo in questo momento perché i ricordi sono freschi e sia lui e tutte le persone a cui era legato che ci sono più, mi mancano molto. Hanno lasciato un grande vuoto in me.

Ma sono felice, perché la vita di Fritz è stata piena d'amore, da parte di tutti. Era speciale, come il mio amico Andrea che si è preso carico e cura di lui e lo ha fatto con un grande amore.

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Vi racconto una cosa divertente di lui. Aveva questa cosa, che quando veniva scosso per giocare e si agitava tanto, partiva a testa bassa, senza guardare dove andava e correva in cerchio come un pazzo a tutta velocità. In due occasioni ha travolto una volta me e una volta mio fratello :D, ora rido, ma non avete idea di che botta ho preso con un cane di 40 chili che mi ha caricato a tutta velocità. Non ho mai capito perchè gli partisse questa frenesia, faceva ridere, ma dovevi stare attento alle gambe, perchè non guardava dove correva.

Ho voluto ricordare un po' della sua vita in questi post, un cane meraviglioso, con un cuore grande e la voglia di stare in mezzo alle persone e creare legami indelebili. L'amore che riesce a donare un cane, secondo me è la cosa più bella e pura che una persona possa ricevere. Amici, vi mando un grande abbraccio a voi e tutti i vostri amati cani.

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