Last Tuesday my beloved Donner passed over the Rainbow bridge. What I thought was an orthopedic issue turned out to be a tumor in his right shoulder. He was one of the best dogs ever, and I am incredibly lucky that he was part of my life. We had four years and a couple of months together. Far too short, but I am grateful for every day. He had mangled teeth from being chained up and a pellet lodged in his chest. Through it all he was the sweetest, happiest, friendliest dog I have ever known. When I walked in the door he immediately rolled over for his belly rub. Donner loved a good nap in the sunshine. He patiently awaited his treats and took them from my hand like a gentleman.  He was incredibly patient when some of the younger fosters climbed all over him. So many times when I was in a less than stellar mood I would look at him wagging his tail and wonder what did I possibly have to complain about. As with all of our dogs, he did far more for me than I could ever do for him. You will be missed Donner. You will always have a special place in my heart.

Mark