Laugh if you must

So here is my story. When I was a junior in high school I begged mom and dad for a puppy for Christmas. I didn't want any old puppy. I wanted a Basset Hound. I really didn't think that Santa would really bring me a puppy, but on Christmas morning the door bell rang and with a little red bow around his neck was my Syd. He was so cute with his long body and long floppy ears. He would trip on them when he was a pup and we would just giggle. Sydney had a different disposition then most dogs. Personalities Bassets are famous for. If he didn't want to be bothered he would tell you and most of the time despite his short stumpy legs he could reach things we had no idea he could reach. He just became my little pal and I loved having him around me. Lot's of times in my life he was there for. He would just lick my face when he knew I was sad. Well to get the point. Syd got sick this year and my dad made the decision to put him down. He was suffering and the vets weren't quite sure what was wrong. I saw him for the last time when I was home this spring and I kinda knew it would be the last time I saw him. So I cried and said my goodbyes. Well yesterday as I was leaving work I saw a car pull up and in the front seat was a Basset hound that looked just like my Syd. I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or what, but I cried the WHOLE way home. Devin just laughed at me!