He was handsome, gentle, charming, and loved every single person he ever met. Somewhat of a celebrity in our neighborhood, everyone knew his name before they knew ours. He connected us to people of all ages and walks of life and backgrounds, people we probably never would have spoken to had it not been for George.
He never got into anything or chewed anything up except for crayons. Crayons were his vice. He once ate an entire 64 crayon box and pooped colors for a week.
An hour before he died, we hung up our stockings and our daughter wanted George’s stocking next to hers: “He’s my best friend Mommy.” As any dog person knows, they aren’t just dogs , they’re family. He was our steady rock in the hardest of times, an expert cuddler, an unconditional source of comfort and support, an indescribable presence that is so acutely and painfully missed now that he’s gone.
He loved the beach and tennis balls and his stuffed toys but he loved spending time on the couch with his family most of all. We wanted so much more time with you sweet boy, we loved you so much.