Wrangler was born on June 4, 2004, one day after my own birthday.
He was a fighter right from the get go as he was the only one in his litter to survive. I was able to bring him home 8 weeks after his birth. He followed me around everywhere and he was part of my therapy as I was suffering from a bad depression back then. He loved to go for car rides.
He loved people food like ice cream, french fries and any other kinds of left overs I gave him. He also loved to bark at the dryer and vacuum cleaner.
Wrangler has a brother named Levi that I got as a companion for him 5 months later. They have been together ever since until Wrangler’s passing on Feb 18, 2013.
We had gone for a quick car ride on the afternoon of Feb 18th. Wrangler sat in the front seat of the car and just stared at me. I could see his teeth. I knew he was smiling at me and thanking me for one last ride. 3 hours after the ride he was gone. He was only 8 1/2 yrs old.
I found out he had Lymphoma on Friday Feb 15th and 3 days later he was gone. His little body just couldn’t take it any longer.
I had him cremated and he is back home where he belongs.
I love you Wrangler and I miss you so much. Love Daddy