9-13-94 - 5-7-08. I got him for my birthday in 2nd grade. I named him Tyler but I liked to call him a lot of stuff like tyty, stinky, henry, cornelius, stinkopotomus, and the normal affectionate shit.. I constantly accused him of being an animal other than a dog.
loss...
he loved lobsters,belly rubs, bacon eggs and cheese, beer, ice cream, hilarious jokes hugs and kisses. His favorite jokes were flopping onto the ground when you went to pet him, robbing people or dogs of food, and pushing himself between peoples legs force them to pet him without consent.
Knew it would come, rapidly declining health, can only watch it go so far... intervention beats a more miserable existance.
Oh Yahooka, life and growing up are simply out of control. This is the toughest experience I've had with death. My best friend, my bed warmer, my muscle and garbage disposal. He's been there through everything I can remember, my father's cancer, death of grandparents, moving out/moving back, growing up... I'm glad I know I can love like this, and that love like this exists.