Monty was a fighter.

He gave us nearly twelve and a half years of unconditional love, slobber, and smelly farts. He made more than five years out of a two week GME prognosis.

Today the hardest decision was the right decision. Today Monty is at peace.

I’ll always remember him this way: a dog and his boy.

“A boy and his dog” – taken from a Facebook post dated May 13th 2012, two months prior to GME diagnosis

RIP Monty
07.26.2005 – 11.15.2017