08/31/2006 - 02/20/2009

He left our lives as quickly as he came into it.

Got to NEVOG at 7pm. Said our goodbyes for a couple of hours. Vet asked if we wanted to take him home one last weekend, as he really wasn't in distress though he was in a near-comatose state. Slim chance he may still snap out of it, though our hearts said he wouldn't.

We decided against taking him home. This is not how I had hoped for things to end; he wasn't really there anymore. He seemed like a dog on auto-pilot, an empty shell. They said we had 3-6 months, and it has only been 4 weeks since the diagnosis. Cancer does what it wants to do.

But, in his fleeting moments of consciousness, he did walk around a bit, lift his paw at his dad, lick peanut butter of my hands, and perk his ears up at the sound of his leash being shaken! Definitely moments of his old self poking through the brain swelling, I know it. I lost it when he reached for his dad with his right paw. It was such a Brian thing to do.

Then, we decided it was time. We laid him on the bed that I had lovingly sewn for him during his happier, sick-free days. My beautiful baby went peacefully at 9pm on February 20, 2009. He was finally released from his broken body. Barely two and half years old.

Wait for us babe, 'til we meet again!

Click here to view his memorial from Dee and the wonderful BCD group.