His name was Jack and he was a mut. Mom and I found Jack on the side of the road when he was just a puppy. He looked like he was beaten up badly and had been abused. So being the saps of strays we were, we took him in. He had a variety of health problems. He had the mange disease along with a bad digestive system because he ate everything in sight. It got to where he was just in costant pain. So they put him to sleep. I cried for hours when Mom called and told me. I wanted to make it home in time to say goodbye to him but I was a day late.
He was such a happy and wonderful dog and he was 10 years old when he passed. We gave him such a great home while he was alive and had we not found him when he was a pup he would have had an even shorter life.
Love you, Jack!
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