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.
07.26.2005 – 11.15.2017