I'm so sorry, baby girl. We tried to give you the best life we could...
You were more than just a dog.
Much love from Jeff and Sara.
To everyone who gave money and offered support, thank you so much. I wish things were different.
[Editor's Note: Here's something Jeff wrote; partly to send into The Void and partly to share with you]
We found you at six weeks old. Not much more than five pounds, you lived on potted meat and long life milk. It was all we had. You grew into a little puppy, an Iraqi dog with an Irish name from Boon Dock Saints. For all the times you ran away, dug holes incessantly, pissed and puked all over my bed, you ran to me as fast as you could when I whistled for you. It was those times that I loved you the most. I’m sure you’re with my friends and brother in Heaven and you’re yelping and whining to come down from your cloud. Someday Connor, someday I’ll play with you again. Good-bye…. I hope you remember me when you hear me whistling.