I hate that Wobblers Syndrome robbed us of more years together.
Buster was a juvenile teenager who never grew up at age of 10 years. He was a dog full of spitfire and spunk. He was full of energy.
Timmy was such a loyal dog that wanted nothing but to protect us.
You left this earth way too soon. You were poisoned and I was helpless to do anything except make your last month as comfortable for you as possible.
McLovin was the silliest boy you could meet. He pranced regally where ever he went and usually carried his leash in his mouth. He was never grumpy or moody…
Sweetest girl and best friend and companion anyone could ever ask for.
Sorry you were sick, hope we made the right decision for you, and wish I could explain to you…
I’ll always remember the day you came home to us, a tiny black puppy that had a little red bow on top of her head.