Blessed was the day that you came to me! A summer camp in the Colorado mountains, for children and adults with disabilities, was the perfect place for you to continue your work as a therapy dog, full time. How proud you made me each and every time someone petted you in a strange and unusual way, and you simply accepted what was happening. You scarcely even flinched when that little boy on the spectrum tried to pet your eyeballs. You became my paragon of patience and tolerance. My time at camp ended, and we started our next adventure; family life and two doting daughters! You were 8 when you came to me, though I thought you were 9. I figured a big dog like you would be with me for 3 or 4 years, but you stayed with me for 8. I miss you terribly; a piece of my heart is yours, always!! Rest well my friend.
