• Beloved dog will be forever missed, always remembered

    4 years ago - By Weare the Cure

    He entered my life as “Squirt,” the last in a litter of puppies to narrowly escape death.
    Weighing in at a mere 4 pounds and just over 3 months old, the tan and white terrier-pug mix, long-legged with jutting hip bones, was rescued from drowning along with his siblings, having been deemed unsellable by the breeder. I loved him the minute I saw him.
    A college student at the time and living alone, he was the first dog that was solely mine, and sat wrapped in a blanket as my dad drove us home from the adoption site. An art education major at the time, I named him Picasso.
    Twelve years later...
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