I want to tell all of you about a wonderful dog. His name is Spruce, and he's one of the best dogs I know.
He's a wonderful big brother, both to his fur and skin brothers.
And he's about as charming as they come.
He's curious and investigative.
And he enjoys every minute of life!
The busy ones and the quiet. :)
He works hard as a babysitter.
And as a model.
He loves his family.
And most of all, he loves his mom.
Today Spruce's mom had to make the hardest decision any mom ever does. See, Spruce has been sick lately with an autoimmune disorder. They tried to find something that would help, but he just hasn't been the same guy anymore. Spruce's mom was very selfless, and instead of thinking about all the time she still wanted and needed with her baby, she only thought of what was best for him. She didn't want him to keep suffering, so today they're helping him to the Rainbow Bridge.
Everyone at LBR is devastated, because Spruce and his family are very active volunteers. His antics and how loving he is with his brothers have made us laugh and cry and say "awwwww" a whole bunch. He's only two years old, and we thought we would have him so much longer.
So this post isn't about a death. It's about a life. A wonderful life that, even though it was far too short, touched so many people.
He was a good dog. That's about the highest compliment I can give. Godspeed, Spruce. We're sure going to miss you!