My Big Boy, Blackie
by The Mullalys
You were the runt of the litter when you were born in January of 2002. I originally had planned on keeping a different puppy and adopting you out with your other 3 brothers and sisters but I kept you and never looked back. You turned out to be the most lovable companion a person could hope for.
You loved chasing your tennis ball, dipping your paws in the pool when it was hot outside, and laying on your back so we could rub your tummy. Love was the only word you knew.
Three years ago we had a mast cell tumor removed from your side. The vet said it was stage 3 cancer and we had the option of putting your through chemotherapy. We opted just to have the tumor removed and let you be. You never showed any signs or symptoms of being sick. You ate, played, never lost an ounce of weight.
Last week, I found you out in the yard sleeping, only this time, you weren't going to wake up. You had moved on to a place where there is an endless supply of tennis balls and cool baths for your paws.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to say goodbye but I know you'll check in from time to time and one day we'll see each other again. We love you and miss you very much, Blackie!
P.S. Your momma, Skeeto, says HI and she misses you too.