Toby was twelve. He was the most beautiful dog I ever have seen, a blend of breeds that somehow turned out the best dog of all. He was huge and had a big heart, was friendly and gentle though he had a big bark. How can you describe the perfect companion? Easy going,
non-demanding, giving unconditional love.
His broken leg led to his having to end his life on March 12, 2004. It all happened so quickly it is still hard to believe it really happened. He really is gone and will not be here at my feet again. It breaks my heart. We have been through so much together, and it was always us, Toby and Mommy together, “Side by side.” And now that is over and
I can’t stand it.