Today (November 12th) marks 3 years since Fozzy left us. We rescued him at a year old, shelter guessed him as a Husky/GSD, but my guess is BC/Husky. He was VERY hyper, energetic and driven for the first 3/4 of his life, which I loved. I didn't take care of him the first few years very much (being quite young) but into my teens I would take him on at least one daily walk and play with him in the backyard. I loved his toy drive and his penchant for fun. We matched well. When Fozzy was 13 and I was 23, my mom passed away. Since I was in school and working, my brother and I decided Fozzy would go home to British Columbia with him. Fozzy enjoyed mountain life, but continued to slowly fade away after mom left. On the 12th of November 2006, the vet said it was time, and my brother held him as he left this world. I wish I had been there, but knowing my brother held him was good enough for me. Fozzy was a family dog and loved all three of us. It was my brother who originally rescued him, so despite him not living with us for the last 6-7 years of Fozzy's life, it was oddly fitting that he held him on his last day. Anyways, this got winded, but I know a lot of you have only met Fozzy briefly in photos, and I wanted to share his story when the time was right. Fozzy brought to me my love of dogs, he taught me that wonderful patience and understanding that dogs do, and he brought so much happiness to my family. I still miss you every day, my awesome boy. In Finnegan's mannerisms (he's a LOT like you), in the photos on my wall, whenever I need a smile... you're never far from me, buddy. I don't know what I believe in, but I sure hope we meet again some day.