I know you didn’t want to leave us, but we will be fine eventually. You would be happy to know that Gordon barked when we got home last night. You trained him well. I am so sorry that you suffered even briefly. I just needed to adjust to the idea of you not being well. Cancer was just too hard to believe after everything we went through this year. I thought we were over the worst for a while. I thought we would have years together to run and play in the backyard, or snooze on a blanket in the sun. Last night when you died in my arms I died a little too, but I am comforted by knowing that we did right by you. We let you die when you could still enjoy life. It was the only thing we could control in the whole crazy horrific moment. You were my world Mr. B. My whole wide world. I will NEVER regret adopting you so late in life, in fact I feel honored that you chose us to take you in. We really appreciated you and will always think of you when we see a water bowl. I hope you have plenty of cold water and tall green grass where you are. We will meet again someday I just know it. You will run up and skid to a stop in front of me and I will drop to the ground and bury my face in your neck and weep in joy.
Mom, Dad, Brother Gordon, Auggie, Wallace, Walker, Bri, Jason, Erica, Casey, Elizabeth, Nigel, Calvin, Rich, Jonah, Chuck, Danny, Tyler, Grandma and Grandpa L, and last but not least Grandma and Grandpa B.