My loyal pup crossed the rainbow bridge this morning.

He went downhill fast over the last 48 hours. Turns out, it was organ failure. He gave me 12 years of love. He was a pitbull mix with lab (I think). I know some on here might celebrate him being gone because of that.

He was a stray by my old place of work, and I finally decided to take him home. He quickly became my shadow. He’d follow me everywhere and thought he was a lap dog. When I brought another pup into the fold, he had a new best friend. He helped me through the toughest time in my life, and it’s almost like he wanted to hold on long enough to know that I was going to be ok. He tried to be best friends with everyone, except the exterminator and some possums.

I’ve had a handful of dogs in my life, but this guy was by far the most loyal I have ever had. The world lost a great dog today.