Dearest Knuckles our beloved dog and best friend.The gentle giant, our “Knuckster”.He never met food he didn’t love and want. He ate an 8 pound eye round roast off the stove but was kind enough to leave the string. He ate our entire holiday challah bread on Passover off the counter in front of many guests. He taught my bischon Peachy how to eat and I thank you for that.More black hair than you could ever know.You know knuckles lived in that house when you saw him on my white sofa.
He could stare at his bag of food for hours, knowing it was his. He was our Knuckles and we and Peachy loved him and miss him so. We tried everything we could to help him, at all costs and would gladly do it again. He was our big special boy and Peachy’s boyfriend. I know they are together now. I just lost my Peachy at 15. I know he’s showing her the ropes.