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April 05, 2001 - August 14, 2013


This is my Shane's paw print he's back home with me now. I have his cremated ashes I will put him next to my wife Margaret and my first border collie Toby and when it's time for Whitt to go he will be put next to Shane. And then I will be ready to go and all our ashes will be put together and put in the St. Joseph Bay.

My Shane

This morning August 14, 2013 at 9:15 am I had to make a decision and I lost the best friend a man could ever have I had to have my Shane Boy put to sleep. But I will see him again this I believe with all my heart. I love you very much Shane and when my time comes I will see you again, you have my word on that. I love you so much. You will always be on my mind and have a place in my heart.

I love you Shane!!!

Do YOU Believe Dogs Have Souls? I DO!!!


I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in awhile, you’d let out a little yelp, just to let me know this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight because became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, .“I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again as soon as soon as you’re not watching.”

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by.

When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, “Welcome home. I missed you.” You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pet your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn’t stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.

For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head, and looked at me as if to say, “Thank you for taking care of me”.

I thought “No, thank you for taking care of me.”