our sweet boy died yesterday. he had made a mess in the house, he got into our garbage, so I put him on his lead outside to clean it up. he got off and ran into the road. my 10 minutes of neglect cost my sweet boy his life. I am so torn up inside. but I want to share his story. my husband and I found Mongo when we were looking at a park we thought we might like to get married at. he was sitting in the pond and looked a hot mess. I called him over to see if he had a collar, and no one around claimed him so we took him home. we called the vets and animal control and reported a missing dog but no one claimed him. so we adopted him. he was sick, second stage heart worm. we got him fixed up and he became a part of the family. our first little baby. he was a serious hot mess! he was terrified of a kennel so it took us months to finally potty train him haha. he was so full of energy and loved to play with kids, especially our daughter. but mostly he liked to pretend he was a lap dog and just sit with you, no matter where or what you were doing. he was messy, rambunctious, and got his white fur all over my dark furniture. he was loving, forgiving, and gentle. when I took him for a walk, I was never sure who was walking whom haha. he loved to sit with my toddler and gently eat little bits of snack that she shared. he'd always wait patiently while she poured his food (mostly) into his bowl. he was my baby. he was my friend. we don't deserve dogs. he really taught me how to enjoy the moment, how to be happy when things suck. this is my sweet boy, Mongo.