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I got the puppy when I was only five I named him Gyp because my parents said he was sick and may not stay alive In the years to come Gyp not only survived but thrived He was a mix between a Basset Hound and a Beagle With big floppy ears, a waddling walk and had more of a deep-throated bay or howl than any bark I used to take him on long walks The Beagle in him always made him want to chase after rabbits Although, the Basset Hound side made him rather slow Gyp didn’t seem to mind that he never caught any rabbits He would come waddling back to me with his big flapping tongue dangling down A look of mischievous joy in his eyes Years went by Gyp became my best pal and would follow me wherever I would go One day my mother died in a car accident three miles from our home I couldn’t talk to anyone I could only cry but all that time Gyp stayed by my side He seemed to sense that something was wrong Gyp would lie beside me occasionally lapping his big tongue across my nose As I grew