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So we have a neighbor who is legitimately the most lovely man. Marvin. A retired fireman. Neighborhood hero. Mows and shovels for everyone on our street. Helps everyone. Has a little Bichon Frise named Melanie. Cutest little dog. Owns the block.
You will ALWAYS catch Marv and Melanie on their regular strolls down the street. Melanie bounces along. Marv stops and chats with the neighbors. Waves at everyone. Melanie is pretty old, but still a little pistol.
This afternoon, while Marvin was chatting with our neighbors across the street, Melanie was hit by a car right in front of all of them. In front of our house. Marv rushed her to the vet. Just learned she didnât make it.
This is among some of the saddest news Iâve heard in a while. In a BLACK HOLE of sad and awful news. Marvin is heartbroken. Our neighborhood lost its little fluff. Everything is garbage.
Smooch your doggos in memory of Melanie tonight. 
Just chatted with Marv and his wife and teenage daughter outside. 
Theyâre the saddest thing. Devastated. âShe was my best friend,â he said. They asked if they could put a little memorial on the light pole in our front yard. I am CRUSHED and came inside and cried.
Theyâre the saddest thing. Devastated. âShe was my best friend,â he said. They asked if they could put a little memorial on the light pole in our front yard. I am CRUSHED and came inside and cried.
Melanie just turned 12 and theyâd had her since she was a tiny puppy. WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO LOVELY PEOPLE?
