It is with a heavy heart that I tell you my beloved Puck left this world yesterday. He was just shy of fifteen years old.
Puck was my reward from my dad for making straight A's in 7th grade. That was the last time I ever got an A in math, but Puck was worth the work. To know Puck was to love him. He barked a lot. He smelled. He peed on people's feet. Wonderdog he wasn't, but he was special to me.
Puck was a loyal companion and the greatest love of my life. He protected me and made me feel safe. He loved belly rubs and cat food. And I will miss him terribly.
Thank you for being a part of his life.