I was always one of those kids who, for years, put “Puppy” on their birthday and Christmas lists. I researched dog breeds, trying to convince my mom that I knew what I was getting into and that I’d find the perfect dog for us.
For my 14th birthday, my mom caved. We went to the local animal rescue center and were overwhelmed by all the cuteness. We found two that could have worked. A small, probably beagle mix, who probably would have bee too hyper and too yippy. Then there was a little guy with the tag “Cute 4″…. Just a little guy. Lovable. Quite. He was the runt of his litter. He was ours.
And that’s how Dexter, the little collie-lab-shepherd mix, became the newest addition of our family.
He was a great dog. He developed pneumonia last month… The found water in his lungs later. On July 27th — the day I went into the ER — Dexter passed. He was 12. He had a good life, despite the occasional seizure. He was a good friend. He’ll always be my little puppy.