I took you home at 3 months because your first owners figured out they weren’t "dog people." You were a birthday present for myself that year, and the best I could have gotten.

There had always been dogs (and various other animals) in our home while growing up, but you were my first "four-legged" son. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew we were meant for each other! I’ll never forget how you would take your "puppy naps" on my lap (which you really never outgrew, even after you reached 90 lbs.!) or the incredible greetings I would receive from you when I returned home from work in the evening. Boy, there is nothing like dog kisses all over your face! I’ll always remember how you were in bed with me everyday while I was home recuperating from surgery for two weeks. That was the best, we laid around all day and did nothing; but that was your favorite thing, to lay in bed with someone. And how you loved to take rides in the car and walks through the neighborhood. The greatest compliment I received for you was from one of the neighbors who said "he’s so beautiful, he looks like a piece of porcelain."

I’m very sorry this happened to you, if only I could turn back time things would be so very different. But I can’t, so, until we see each other again at The Bridge, I love and miss you.