There is no story of his death, the story is in remembering his life. It was not always an easy task, raising a dog of a restricted and often hated and feared breed. He taught me so much. He taught me how important and how rewarding it is to be responsible. Continue to love, when everything seems to be against you. There is always a way. He taught me that love does not need a fancy house. That dog loved me no matter what and he wanted to be right beside me, did not matter where we lived or how big the yard was. It was not always about me or what I felt I could offer him he depended on me 100% for his entire life, he trusted me. He knew I would always protect him, feed him and be there for him. I am so grateful to have been given so much time with him. Fifteen wonderful years, Sept 2001- Aug 2015. via /r/Petloss http://ift.tt/2hdU3l0
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