You were a surprise when Shannon brought you home. One lick up the face, and you were home. Watching you grow up with Connor, being only a year younger than a 1 year old, was something to cherish. You two were partners in crime for the first few years of your life. You also gained a life long friend in a Siberian named Kalashnikov( K or Kalash, for short ). You were a hit at the dog park, being a dog that should not be at a dog park. Beach trips were always fun, even though it took you a few trips to finally swim in the ocean. You also garnered all sorts of attention riding with your goggles on in the back of a pickup. As Connor grew, you went from picking him up from daycare in the back of a truck to walking him home from school for his first three years. |
On July 19, 2019, things changed. Your leg broke that day, but the X-ray didn't look like cancer. Only when the vet tried to repair it that he discovered it was cancer. You adapted to your new life as a tripawd very well. Then came another shock when you were diagnosed with multiple myeloma. With chemo, our time had it's limit. We wanted to be optimistic that you would be around longer, but starting in the summer of 2020, you slowed down. By the fall, the cancer had overwhelmed you to the point that, over a few days in October, your health declined rapidly. At that point, we decided to give you your wings.
You will be always missed and loved by everyone who met you. You live forever in our hearts.