Shasta

Shasta was purchased by my, then, teenage daughter, who didn't really have time for him. I felt sorry for him, even though he didn't really like me, and started walking him every morning before work, this turned into a bonding between us, and lasted almost 12 years. I loved him like a son, and when he died, during surgery for a non-cancerous tumor on his liver, I lost a big part of my life. I continue to grieve his death, and will until my life ends.