Angus was about 7 months old when he found me. It was love at first sight for both of us he was my soul dog. For 13 years we traveled the road of life together he protected me and I him. I cooked chicken and rice for him sometimes he'd get his favorite- Taco Bell.
When I knew his time was near I drove 825 miles so that he could spend his final days on our "ranch". There He got to roll in the snow and feel the wind on his face. He died peacefully on our living room rug. He is buried near our gate where he can continue to protect us and I can say good morning to him everyday. God knows how much I miss that dog.