Vince

Our dog died today, two years after the vet said he had six months. He was a giant yellow lab and once belonged to my ex-husband. Prince Mikey brought him home after their dad died. He's been here five years and was almost 14 years old. I'm allergic to dogs, and this guy shed like torrential rain. But he was such a sweet old dog. I loved him, groomed him, walked him, fed him. He was gentle with kids, only barked when a stranger was at the door, came when called (most of the time). Just wanted to be loved. He slept on my bed when Mike wasn't home. He loved to be chased around our little condo with his toys. I had a stuffed Detroit Lion that roared, and that became one of his favorites. I loved seeing him run around with the lion in his mouth and I would say, "look, even my dog can beat the Lions!" My heart is broken.