I was horrified of dogs growing up, as I grew up that fear slowly faded away to the point of wanting a dog of my own. My mom allowed me to pick out my own from animal friends here in PA. The second I saw rigby I knew he was the dog for me. We got taken in to a meeting room together, They told me he would be shy and had anxiety issues and would be a hard fit for any house to raise. The moment they brought him in to that meeting room he jumped up between my legs and put his paws right on my lap and I told the women in the room with us and my mom this dog was mine.





He was my best friend and shadow. The way my life was during the majority of the 10 years I was lucky enough to have him we were hardly ever apart. We spent pretty much 24 hours a day with one another. He was the only pet I ever truly felt was mine and the only true friend I felt I ever had. I miss him more than anything. He meant the world to me. He was a sweetheart and my little boy. Life is not the same and I guess is never going to be. 



We never knew what breed he was or exactly how old he was. The vets estimated he was around 3/4 years old when we got him.



Daddy Misses you little rig, I hope your healed up and in a better place and someone is taking care of you.