This is Dexter, he has been my best friend for the last 3,333 days (9yrs, 1m, and 16 days). I got to watch him grow from being the scared puppy mill dog to the loud and proud poodle with a mohawk that he became. It took years before he would let his guard down with me and show any affection, but when he finally did, made it all the better. Like most dogs, he enjoyed the simple things in life, he loved his Bailey (black and white dog in the pics), he loved his naps, he loved his snacks, and he loved going for walks even if it was for only a few minutes there at the end cause he couldn’t hang with his younger brothers and sisters. I didn’t mind staying back with him so we didn’t go too fast. The rest of the time he was my shadow, I always had a good dog bed/pillow near my desk for him. It’s amazing how fast that time went by. Knowing it's best this way, that he won’t suffer anymore, doesn’t seem to help like I thought it would. Guess that’s just life. I treasure my time spent with him and all the memories he gave me. Don’t know what life will be like without him. Feels like a part of me died with him. 

Dexter, I love you buddy and hope you have found some peace and comfort in your next life.