Rascal

My sweet boy. I rescued him at 3 weeks old. He spent nearly 11 years with us before being taken from us by "the silent killer". He loved to go find his favorite people, give kisses, and lots of snuggles. Late in life we discovered that he was alerting to a couple things related to issues I have, making him an at home service dog. His loss hit me way harder than any other in my life. I still miss him so much it hurts sometimes. Come July it will be 3 years since he left. (I have not once ever said he died because I firmly believe his spirit still lives and that he's waiting for me at the rainbow bridge) We also never said goodbye because we know we will see him again.