In Loving Memory

Wyatt was born in either 1998 or 1999. He was a stud dog for a breeder and lived in a small dog run. I got him in June of 2002 when he was three or four years old. When I picked him up at the breeder's I already had one broken wrist, by the time I left the breeder, I had a second broken wrist.

Wyatt, although terribly sweet, had not been socialized. But it didn't take him long. Three days to be exact, before he got the swing of sleeping on my bed. He was a great dog. He loved to go for walks, eat pig ears, play in the water, visit his friends, go camping, and follow me wherever I went. He played frisbee, but only to please me--it was never his passion.

He was my best friend. He was my heart. He died peacefully in my arms at the vet's on January 7, 2009. His is missed every moment of every day.