Well, it seems alot of people have sad stories for here. I have a story and it’s not sad, yet. My dog’s name is Brisco, and he is a chow, basset hound mix who stand 18 inches tall and just as long.

I am about to turn 25, and I have had Brisco since I was 10, when he could get lost in your pocket. Now of course, he is 14 and his energy has slowed. He is going blind, and is already deaf. But he is the dog that has been there for me through it all.

Growing up in the military, I’ve never lived anywhere for more than 3 years. He has been the friend I always stay in contact with. I love him like a brother, and a friend. I don’t know how long I’ll have him for but I know I’ll enjoy every second of it.

Jason from TN