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A story about saying goodbye to Skipper

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12-17-04

I am sitting here at the computer searching for comfort...and I have found your web site. In 10 minutes I take my beloved blk. Lab, Ebony to the vet for the last time. I read your tribute to your friend and I felt like I could have written it. It mirrors the emotions, symptoms, and anguish my wife and I have been dealing with for the last 5 months. It is the hardest decision I have ever had to make. You know that as well as anyone.
I cannot bear to see her in pain and will not allow her to hang on any longer. She has been a loving faithful friend since she was 7 weeks old, but the time has come to say goodbye.
12 1/2 years of wonderful memories and wagging tails. I will miss her.

Thank you for posting your feelings and allowing me to find a little strength in your words.

God bless you,
Jim

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10 - 31, 2003

Dear Mr. Frawley,

I finally found a page where I can see that I am not alone.
Simba my friend, my Beagle

Dear Simba. You were only 6 when I had to tell the doctor that you had
suffered enough. Just the day before you left I told you that we would do
anything to make you well. I feel that I let you down. The doctor said that
the cancer had spread too far to do anything, but now I don't know. There
are only 2 things that I know for sure: 1) I loved you very very much and
2) I knew you were suffering. There is also 1 thing I will never know, and
it is killing me. Is there more I could have done?!?!?

I remember when Amanda and I went to pick out a Beagle puppy. There you
were with that little white dot on your nose. As soon as we saw you we knew
you were ours. You gave us 6 incredible years and I know we could not have
had a better companion then you. You were always there when I wanted
someone to talk to when no one else would listen. You ran your friend Nala
around the house with your long silky ears flying in the air.

I also miss the way that you would follow me upstairs when I would get home
from work and you would leap upon the bed ready to play. We would wrestle
until you went running downstairs, ready to sit up by the table to beg for
food.

When we took you and Nala out for walks you always acted tough when you saw
another dog. Your bark was definitely worse then your bite, because you
never even attempted to bite a living thing. When we took you and Nala to
the vet you just gritted your teeth while they were cutting those
nails. Your buddy Nala, however had to be muzzled every time.

It all started in August of 2003. You started favoring your leg and then
could not go down the steps like you used to. The Dr thought that it was a
back or spine problem so she put you on Prednisone. Remember you could not
hold all that water that you had to drink. After that they put you on
Rimadyl. That didn't help at all, did it? Then they tried Metacam and
finally did an x-ray. They found nothing on the x-ray that looked out of
the ordinary. Then the Dr did that one exam that made you wince. She
looked up and said that your prostate was very large and that you probably
had prostate cancer that had gotten into your spine. The next day you
could not even stand up so mommy had to carry you down the steps to try to
go potty. She yelled at me, remember? She said all that was coming out
was blood. We called the emergency number and got you in to see another
doctor. He gave you something for pain and we left. I e-mailed about 20
people at the Iowa State vet hospital to see what we should do. Then at
3:00 on that Sunday the doctor called and said there was probably no hope
so I said to put you out of your misery. The next day I got a call from
someone at Iowa State saying to bring you down there right away. I WISH I
COULD HAVE!! Maybe you would still be with us.

I am so sorry that we let you go at such a young age and I am looking
forward to the day when we meet up at the bridge. Please don't hate me for
what I have done. I couldn't make you suffer another day.

Love Rich, Judy, Amanda and Ashley (and your friend Nala)

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August 1, 2003

I found your website today. It really helped to know that other people had had, or were having this hard of a time saying good-bye. My dog is a miniature dachshund named Skooter. He was named after a trend that he started at just 6 weeks old. He would drag his back legs behind him whenever he was happy. Now damning irony has cursed him with dragging his back legs not out of happiness, but out of pain. He has a slipped disc that has paralyzed him from the middle of the back down. The doctors have given him steroids, muscle relaxers, and quartazone for the swelling. We have 24 hours left to pray. If he does not regain feeling in his legs, the paralysis will be permanent. If this is the outcome, he will have to be put to sleep. My heart breaks more and more every day. I just cannot bear the thought of loosing my baby boy. He has been my heart and soul. I dont know how I'm going to walk in to that room and tell him its his time to go. I don't know how I'm going to look in his eyes and hug him for the last time. The rainbow poem on your website made has eased the pain a little. It shines a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. That one day God will decide its my time, and Skootie and I will be reunited for eternity.
I just wanted to thank you for sharing support, and allowing me to get out what I've been holding in.
My deepest sympathy, and on going prayers go out to those who have lost, and those who are loosing.
Sincerely - Amanda

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May 6, 2003

Mr Frawley,

I found your website today and it made me feel better about the decision my
husband and I have made. James Bond is a 10 yr old Miniature Pinscher who
was diagnose with Diabetes in October 2002. When he was diagnosed we
decided " we can give him shots 2 times a day, it wont be a problem".
James has now gone totally blind, he finds his way through the house (
bumping into walls) and was able to jump on the bed and sofa with no
problems. Now his insulin is at 10cc 2x a day, he is drinking a lot of
water again, peeing all over to mark his territory (even in his bed that
he shares with whoopie), and tries to jump on the bed and sofa, but misses
more than makes it. he has had problems with his back legs giving out and
needing to get shots to have them work again. He has numerous urinary
tack infections. This is the hardest thing to do, He has been in our
family for so long and I know our other dog, Whoopie will miss him
terribly. I have an appointment to put him down tomorrow, It just sounds
so mean that I am doing this to someone who I love, But I realize he will
be happy where he is going and I will see him again. Thanks again for all
the messages on the board. I hope tomorrow will be a happy one for James
and soon he will be able to run, be happy and see once again.

Terry

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May 6, 2003

Dear Mr. Frawley,

I went onto the internet this morning to see if I could find some help. You see, today I have to say goodbye to a good friend.

We have two wonderful dogs, and today I have to let one go. We adopted my sisters dog about a year ago now. He is a 12 year old shitzu-poodle cross. He has always been very animated to say the least. Very vocal, so to speak. When you sing, "How much is That Doggy In The Window?" , he looses it and sings right along.

Back in Nov. of 2002, he became very ill, to the point of not being able to eat, and shaking uncontrollably, and also not being able to walk. We decided, because he was my sisters dog, we would do what ever we could to save him. (My sister has MS and has been in a nursing home for a couple of years now, and he was her best friend.) My mother, bless her heart, paid for Alex to have x-rays, and tests to determine the problem. It turned out he had a severe infection of some kind and needed antibiotics immediately. He had a very high fever, which accounted for the violent shaking he was having to endure. Well, to make a long story short, he did recovered. He was a puppy again, in a 12 year old body.

The past couple of days, he has changed though. He is having accidents in the house, which he NEVER does. Last night and this morning, there were piles of poop in the kitchen that I had to clean up. The other evening, he had was having what appeared to be a mild seizure of some sort. Something isn't right. His aggressiveness towards our other dog is getting worse, and that is also a sign of something. I told my husband, that it's time. He is suffering in some way, and can't communicate that to us. I phoned the vet last night but I would only see his vet, so I have an appointment this morning at 10 AM. We had the evening with him, which I am grateful. My husband has to work this morning and can't come with me. I told him, that I want to be with Alex when the vet administers the medication, so my face is the last face he sees, and my voice is the last voice he hears. And he feels my warmth surrounding him. I want it to be familiar and comfortable and loving. His vet, Terry, is amazing. That's why I only want it to be her. Our daughter wants to be with me also. She is 6, and I sort of explained to her what will happen, and asked her if she is sure that this is what she wants to do. She said 'yes'. I don't think children should question what happened. She is a very mature 6 year old, and wants to be with mommy to see Alex one last time.

This is very hard. It's almost like he knows that this is going to happen. I talked to my mother last evening and she is in agreement too. If Alex is suffering, we can't keep him alive for selfish reasons. We have to show him the respect that he deserves. So today, I will hold him one last time, and say 'goodbye'. I'll keep his bed. (Our other dog, likes to sleep in it.) The vet will take his picture for me, and I'll give it to my sister when the time is right. After all, Alex was her dog for many years. Her best friend when she was going through her illness. She is in agreement too. None of us want Alex to suffer.

I'm crying as I write this. I know it's the right thing to do. He's sleeping right now, on the floor, just outside our office door. In a few hours he'll be gone. "Thank you little boy, for being here. Thank you little friend for loving us, and letting us keep you. Thank you, little one, for giving us the enthusiasm that you possessed, and entertaining us with your voice and your words. Thank you, little Alex, for letting me love you. Goodbye little friend."

Luanne,
Palmerston, Ontario, CANADA

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September 4 , 2003

A friend pointed out the article on how to know when it is time to put your dog to sleep and I felt compelled to write you a letter, sharing the one experience that happened to me as a child. It happened about 23 years ago, but it is something that I didn't understand until now.

I can't remember exactly how old I was when we got Ebony. I do remember that night, though. My mom, dad, baby sister and I were out on a family outing and were walking around when we happened upon a lady giving away mixed breed puppies. There were quite a few of them, perhaps five or so, but my mom homed in on the little black puppy in the box. I remember my dad being so set on his decision; there was no way he was going to let us get a puppy. But my mom eventually won and Ebony was brought home with us that night.

There was never such a loyal companion or family member as him. Ebony was exceptional. Even our two cats, Whiskey and Shadow, thought Ebony was just great once they taught him not to play too rough with them. I remember the times he would lay near the fireplace with his tummy facing it, the cats curled comfortably against him as the three of them soaked in the heat of the fire. Or how he'd lay in front of it and let me use his side as a pillow. Not too many dogs have that kind of temperament, I imagine, but Ebony was a saint.

He was also very protective but it was my baby sister who received most of his attention. My mom has told me more than once about how he'd follow her if we were in the park and I went one way and she'd go the other, only leaving Mary's side if I was playing on the log bridge. Then he'd walk under it until I was safely at the other side, only to return to my sister's side once he made sure I was safe. And God help anyone who tried to mess with Ebony's little baby. Our neighbor's oldest son was wrestling with Mary one day and our boy was sitting beside them, watching carefully to make sure she wasn't hurt and, when he decided she had enough, placed himself bodily between Mary and the boy and stared at him. Didn't growl, my mom said, but he did give Jeff that 'don't you hurt my baby' look.

Ebony was also very calm and tolerant of us kids. Mom said there was one time my sister was bouncing on his side. It must of started to hurt because mom, who was in the kitchen while they were in the living room, heard a growl and Ebony's jaws snap. Mary started to cry and my mom panicked, thinking the dog had bit here but there was not a single mark upon her. All my mom could figure out was that he had snapped at her to get her off. And he loved it when I'd take him for walks while I was on my roller skates. I was just glad he wasn't too much of a runner.

He was a healthy dog until..I can't remember how old he was (I am thinking he was about four or so) but it's odd how I can remember how we found out Ebony was sick. We had gone to the harbor and Ebony, who was part lab, had been in the water, fetching sticks. We were getting ready to leave and Ebony went to shake himself and passed out, remaining unconscious for several minutes before coming to. I can't remember if there were other incidents of that happening or not but we were scared by the first time it happened and took him to the vet who discovered a lump in his groin near one of his hind legs. They removed it and did a biopsy of the mass..only to find out it was cancer. I can't remember what kind it was but the vet told my mom and dad that it was not a type of cancer that was typically found in younger dogs but rather in those that were of advanced years. Not certain if they did any treatments or anything but it really probably wouldn't have helped if they did because the cancer quickly spread to his lungs.

His quality of life had rapidly gone down hill until he could hardly breathe or move and he was in quite a bit of pain. My parents made that difficult choice to better his life by putting him down and letting him go to 'a better place'. I remember being confused as I really was too young to understand that it was humane to kill a cherished loved one when they are sick and hurting like my best friend was. All I knew is that he wasn't going to be alive anymore. They made the appointment and told me when it'd be. It was a school day for me so I was in class when it happened. I don't remember feeling particularly sad or upset. I do remember looking up at the clock. I can even remember the time being around 8:40. Odd how I remember that as well as thinking to myself 'He's gone' but I didn't cry. I couldn't. Didn't know how to, I suppose. I went home that day and Ebony wasn't there to greet me and that was so strange. But we healed and went on, eventually getting another dog, a shelter dog named Princess.

Now here I am, relating this story to you after so many years and I can cry now. I have had to stop several times because I could see what I was typing thanks to crying so damn hard. The poem 'The Rainbow Bridge' helps, though. I know that Ebony will be there waiting for us..for me.

I love you, Ebony. Never have stopped loving you, boy. I will see you someday, I promise.

Heather

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December 21, 2003

"My beloved Cody"

I bumped into your site while surfing this evening. Reading stories of others who have made that difficult decision to let go made me cry. My red and white husky "Cody" is the "love of my life." We've been together for 10 1/2 years, since he was 8-weeks old. As I struggle to type this he is suffering from kidney failure. He recently stopped eating on his own and cannot hold down anything I make him eat. I'm giving him IV fluids hoping this will perk up his appetite. I know our time together is numbered. We have been thru soooo much together. Within our 10 1/2 years together we have been separated only 11 weeks! He waits by the gate every day at 4 pm for me to come home. I can't imagine being without him. Gonna go give my baby hug and kiss now. Thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts and feelings.

Jo Anna

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January 2, 2004

"Dutchess"

I just want to express my thanks for finding this site. Two days after X-mas, I had to put my little momma down. I miss her so much. She is in my thoughts every day. I swear I can hear her in the house. I even smell her baby powder scent every once in a while. It will be a week tomorrow that I let her go. The hardest thing I have ever done. Before she went into her eternal sleep, I spoke to her about doggie heaven. I told her she would be able to finally rest and run, jump and see. There would be no more painful tumors, just peace and freedom. She looked at me and she knew; we had an understanding, an unspoken bond. Ours was deep almost on a telepathic level. Her name was Dutchess and she was mine. I had her cremated, which I have learned some find strange. But She was mine and she was loved and I want her where she belongs, with me. I know she is better off, at least I tell myself this, but it's so hard. Every morning I forget she isn't there, and then it hits me-she's gone. I must say that this site has helped me tremendously with my grief and in making the decision. I know it was and may be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I know someday I will see Dutchess again, and it will be glorious.

Thank you so much,

Jaime
Dutchess 9/22/1995-12/27/2003

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Dear Ed,

I stumbled onto your web site after I had already taken my dog Vince to his final Vet visit on May 8th 2004. I was actually searching the web to try to find out how to spell euthanised, uthenized, youthenised. Obviously I didn't get any further than your site. I started reading the letters that you had gotten, but I didn't see any that fit my situation.

I got my dog Vincent right after I moved into my first college apartment at age 17. We weren't sure what kind of dog he was, just small, cute and kind of colored like a Doberman. He turned out to be a perfect apartment sized dog. He followed me as my life changed, through different room mates, girlfriends, and he even approved of my wife when I found her.

I trained him very well. He would sit up and balance a treat on his nose until I snapped, then he'd flip it into his mouth. If he messed up and caught it before I snapped, he would immediately spit it out onto the floor and look at me apologetically.

As he aged, he started losing his hearing and he developed cataracts in his right eye. Not being able to hear or see very well, everything surprised him and he would sometimes react aggressively. That didn't make it a very safe environment for our 6 year old daughter Kyleigh, or for her friends who wouldn't always treat him in a manner that they should.

Putting him down was an incredibly hard decision because at age 13 he still had plenty of energy and had lots of life left in him. You hear lots of stories about how a dog owner had to put his dog to sleep to relieve him of his pain, or because he had some incurable illness, but I had to do it because he was turning into a dog that wasn't safe to have around the house anymore.

Friday evening I spent digging a hole for him under one of the trees in my front pasture. I just kept thinking about everything that he and I had been through. Before I knew it, the sun had gone down and my small hole ended up being about three feet across and five feet deep.

That night I let him sleep on the bed with me. (something that he hadn't been allowed to do for about eight years) The next morning Kyleigh and I spent the whole morning brushing him and letting him chase us around the yard until my 11:00 vet appointment.

Kyleigh insisted on going with me to the appointment. I really didn't want her to be there to see my weeping like a little girl, but I couldn't talk her out of it. She said that she wanted to be there to say goodbye at the last minute. How could I say no to that? I was amazed that she understood what was going on, and she was so comforting to me. I was glad that she came.

The vet had me take him out to my truck and I sat him in the front seat with me and held his head while he got the injection. You have no idea how hard it was to watch his eyes close and fall limp into my lap. And just as I expected, I bawled like a woman all the way home while Kyleigh patted my leg and told me that she understood and it would be OK.

When we got home I sent Kyleigh in to get her mother (who had worked the midnight shift the night before) while I brought Vince out to his grave. I wrapped him in one of my old t-shirts and set him in the hole, then we all sat there and cried for a while as I covered him up.

I'm pretty sure that I'm never going to be able to watch Old Yeller again.

Anyway, thank you for putting this web site together to let people vent their feelings of pain and know that there are people out there going through the same thing.

Respectfully,

Ted

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February 20, 2004

Dear Mr. Frawley,

I cannot tell you how grateful I am to have found this website!

I had my beloved 14 year old toy poodle, Muffin , put to sleep yesterday.. There is such an emptyness in my home and heart. She truley taught me the meaning of unconditional love. I am glad that she did not suffer long.... she had been chewing on her front leg for a couple of days to a state of rawness, was drinking tons of water, but did not eat for 2 days. Yesterday when she woke up , she was limping and could not jump on the couch, as she had done so beautifully up til then... She was deaf, going blind and had such a foul odor. Her incessant chewing of her leg and feet was due to something, but I dont know what. She was so lethargic and spacey .......she did not even tremble or make her usual screeches on the way to the vet...she just lay on the blanket on my lap.....I know she knew it was time to go........she was a beautiful friend, inside and out. The pain that I feel is awful.......I am grateful to have been blessed with her all these years. What a gift from God she was! I so appreciated ready several of the letters on your site.... I relate to each and every one.............how comforting at this sad, sad time.

I love you, sooo much muffin, my favorite little girlie girl! I look forward to holding you again, but hopefully, it will be many years from now!

Maryan

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Dear Mr. Frawley ,

I would like to say thanks and God bless you for your site How Do You Decide
that Today is the Day to Put Your Best Friend to Sleep?
When I first discovered that there was a potential problem with my dog, I
never would have dreamed that I would lose him in less than 3-4 weeks. My
best fiend who offered nothing but unconditional love died Nov 9th ,2004.
Lucky was a beautiful Schnauzer born Jan , 1996, AKC registered and the most
loving dog a bias guy like myself would ever meet. He was more than loving
but a family member that stood in all of our home pictures at Christmas
,birthdays, and just about anytime we had a camera he would always be in the
shot. Lucky loved to play, run , jump at the TV when he saw dogs on the
screen and he shared the most treasured years of his life with us.

I could write a novel about Lucky, but the point is that my best friend whom
I have loved for over 8 years is now gone and interesting enough , I found
your site when my dog was first diagnosed with either a brain tumor or a
stroke 3-4 weeks ago. I had told myself that all the signs pointed to a
stroke...To explain in a short way, my dog one day just woke up with his
head tilted to the side..?? I could not figure it out and I just figured
that Lucky had a stiff neck that he possibly received this from propping
his head on his little pillow when he slept at night.
After a few days I began to wonder why he was still keeping his head cocked
to the left and not straight. He ate well, walked well and even reacted to
us well, but I was still interested in why he was not keeping his head
straight. When I took Lucky to the vet I assumed he would say that poor
Lucky just had a stiff neck and all would be well.. The answer I received
was needless to say the opposite. I was told that Lucky had either a brain
tumor or had a stroke which the doctor discovered he went blind in one eye
and I had no idea. How he tested this was due to his eye not opening and
shutting on it's own..I was devistated.

The vet told me to take Lucky home and watch him for a week or so, and if
for some reason that he gets worse such as walking in circles, choking on
his food, whining, or walking crooked, then it could be a sign of a tumor. A
week went by....guess what? Lucky was walking fine and his head was
straight...I thought to myself that Lucky had definitely had a stroke and
the reason he went blind in one eye was because of the stroke. My wife and I
had fake eye drops to put in his eye so that it would create artifical tears
in that eye. I brought Lucky back to the vet and decided to get him booster
shots and of course I was glad to tell the vet that Lucky was doing great
and I was for sure that it was not a stroke. All that mattered then was for
me to watch Lucky to ensure his eye did not get infected and if so , I would
have needed to get his eye lid shut with just a couple stitches. I really
was not wanting to do that because I had high hopes Lucky would pull through
and he would be able to blink his eye again.
While Lucky was home with us, we began to feel the side of his head, and
sure enough there was almost like a bone or mass on the right side near his
temple. After 2-3 days it grew and started to push his bone out but it just
was very obvious something was not right and we suspected what the vet
mentioned and what we did not want to hear was that our dog Lucky had a
brain tumor and it was not a stroke that made Lucky blind in one eye, but
rather a tumor on the right side which was growing something fierce. I told
my wife that if it was a brain tumor, I would expect Lucky to be in pain ,
but he never cried or made any noise to indicate he was in pain...not at
that time.

Over the weekend we noticed that Lucky became very distant and reclusive. He
would go into the other room all by himself (something he would never do in
a million years). When we would say something to him, he would not move his
head to look at us or even acknowledge us. This led us to believe that Lucky
had not only gone blind in one eye but maybe he was deaf?? We were wrong
again. Lucky was not deaf, but that he was not responding due to his brain
which was being attacked by this tumor.
I found your site because I feared the worst case scenario and that was
having to put my dog to sleep. I was scared to death because I did not know
if my dog was or was not in pain.. No cries , no whimpering until Monday
night. I was doing a lot of internet reading on tumors and strokes in dogs
and discovered the majority of all his symptoms were brain tumor related...I
was devistated.

This is my conclusion. Lucky on Monday night just out of the blue made the
most terrifying cry I will never forget. It was constant and I finally knew
that my fears were realized and on this day my dog showed signs of pain. I
was terrified , balling and took him to the animal hospital and I was told
that he was possibly over excited but yet the obvious tumor could have
caused a neurlogical response. All they could do was give Lucky a shot of
morphene.. To be honest, I think the animal hospital knew my dog was in
horrible pain and they directed me to my own vet which I could not see at
the time because it was midnight. Lucky did sleep, but the cries and
whimpers started again the next morning...I knew that the tumor had grown
and it was getting worse.. and I had to make a decesion to put him to sleep
or be terrified of his cry and pain until he passes. I could never ever put
him through the torture of a tumor so I took Lucky to the vet that morning
and keep in mind , that I knew that Lucky was in agony based on how he
responded by his cries and his ability to not stand up. Believe me, this was
the hardest thing for me to do... to say good-bye and know that in my heart
Lucky would be gone and a chapter of my
life would be gone was very sad.. I knew that what I was asking the vet to
do was right..why? Obvious pain Lucky was in...The vet suggested for him to
be put to sleep... I was very much affraid that putting a dog to sleep was
inhumane...but rather it was the opposite. The doctor simply gave Lucky a
shot in his paw and within seconds he laid on his side and fell asleep..
while this happened the vet was monitoring his heart and then it stopped. Of
course my wife and I were balling our heads off... We loved our dog but we
had to decide what was best for him instead of us being selfish

I would like to say that for those not knowing what direction to go
concerning your sick dog...always go with your gut and what you think your
dog might want you to do. Also.. make sure you are with your pet when you
say goodbye...It is sad to see them go..but I wanted Lucky to know that I
was there for him and as he slowly faded away he saw me , his best friend
and daddy if you will .. This was the hardest decesion I had to make and
still after a couple days since Lucky's death I feel like maybe I should
have done this or done that before I decided to put him down. In all
fairness Lucky lost control of his breathing, and of course the tumor had
grown.,I have to believe that all dogs go to Heaven and I know that one day
I will hope to see my Lucky Rascal again.
Be encouraged to know if your dog is terminally ill like mine was...that
ending their suffering not only stops the selfishnessbut it paints a picture
that your pet is no longer in pain.

Rod
Indiana

Lucky Rascal was not just a dog
But my best friend.
He is a companion when loneliness sets in.
He is my comforter when I am sick--
somebody that lays beside you if you feel bad
He gets your socks when you come home from a long hard day of work.
He barks when he wants to be your protector.
He smiles when you ask him if he wants to go on a walk.
He runs to get the ball.
He jumps on your bed to wake you up.
He sleeps by your side when you sleep.
He meets you at the door after you get home from work.
He is in all of your pictures and videos.
He loves your family members and friends.
He becomes a part of your life you never knew you had.
He lets you comb the knots out of his beard.
He stands near you to get that pinch of bread from your sandwich.
All he wants is to please you.
He runs outside with the kids.
He plays ball and loves the Mr. Bill game.
He listens as we sing him his favorite song written just for him.
He treats you with unconditional love.
His eyes pierce your heart with love.
He becomes somebody you can trust that is house broken.
He follows you down the hall, into another room and wants to be with you.
He rolls over wanting his belly rubbed.
He sleeps on his back and trusts the family that takes care of him. He loves
you.
He loves to ride in the car and jumps in the front seat if he thinks he
can’t go.
He watches live animals on TV and he jumps at the TV.
He watches The Kennel Club Dog Show on TV with his mommy.
He comes when you call.
He obeys by doing fun tricks.
He speaks because you taught him how.
He licks your hand as you hold his paw when he is sick.
He runs in the other room when the vacuum starts.
He dislikes popping sounds but adores a gentle whisper in his ear.
He takes naps with you.
He shares his life with you.
He becomes your best friend and you become his.

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