Meant to reblog this…a touching farewell for Ray, one of Michael Vick’s dogs…..by the folks who SAVED him
In a few short hours I will be saying my final goodbye to a dog who changed me at an intrinsically deep level. A dog who became part of who I am. His death didn’t feel like a loss, it felt like an amputation. It was the first time in my life that I really didn’t think I could handle the pain and survive.
A lot of people say their dog was the “best dog in the world”. Let’s get something straight….Ray was NOT the best dog in the world, (although he was definitely the best dog for me). This little terror spent his first week home testing the boundaries and seeing what he could destroy. In a very short amount of time he ate a door, the carpet, a mattress topper, the blinds and a chair. One of the reasons he always came to work with me is because he…
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