by Donna Davis
(Cary, NC)
6 years ago, I adopted a goofy, long legged, skinny, tennis ball freak of a dog from SPCA. I named him Tyler. He became my constant companion. He could play ball until he dropped, and always had a tennis ball in his mouth. He gave me his unconditional love, and followed me around every day of his life.
Today I had to let him go, due to incurable cancer. He was 11 years old. My heart is broken, but I will always remember his complete devotion. Everyone should experience a love like that. Rest in peace, my precious boy. See you again someday at the Rainbow Bridge.