I have been trying to figure out the perfect way to start this... the perfect tribute, for the perfect dog. It turns out, there is no perfect way. Andy came to us in the middle of a snow storm, a little red, stinky ball curled up in the back of my car made his way into our homes that night as a foster dog. A few hours later as I bathed years of dirt and stink off of him, cut out baseball sized matted fur from his back and underside, and cleaned mud caked ears Andy quickly made his way into my heart and as the days went by buried himself into it so deeply he will never leave. Turns out, Andy wasn't going anywhere :) He was ours and we were his forever. Andy now shines on forever in our hearts. Early Saturday morning we awoke to find him unable to move. Not even chicken could get him to raise his head. (and nobody loved to eat more than Andy) We rushed him to the vet where they confirmed our worst fears. There was nothing they could do. They confirmed a splenic tumor had ruptured and our boy was slipping away before our eyes. We helped him along on his journey as my tears soaked his fur I whispered "I love you" over and over and over again as he left us. I am numb with the pain of losing Andy. The vacant spot by my feet and the empty bowl at meal time is too much to bear. It is amazing how much a dog can touch your heart and your life in such a short amount of time. Goodbye my boy. We love you, and you will live forever in our hearts. Run Free! (and tell Chippy hi) All our love, |