Rondo

Rondo and I spent only a little over two years together, 7 of those months spent fighting osteosarcoma. He was my first boy, and lived true the idea that male dogs love you dearly. I remember bringing him home and thinking that his ears were too hound dog long to be a poodle, and his hair not as curly, but he was a very special poodle. He survived coming home to a dominant older sister. I remember him getting behind me and softly biting my hair when he wanted to go for a walk. I remember the fun he had chasing his babble ball, and the fun we had watching him. I remember the battle and how hard it was, but he brought me so much- learning to make the best of what we had, to treasure moments together, learning to indulge my love of dogs.