Another December, another heartbreak.
On December 28, 2016 my hubs and I lost our beloved fur baby Cody, he was 19 years old.
The vet said she had never seen a German Shepard as old as he was.
He was a lover of peanut butter and would magically appear in the kitchen whenever he heard the jar lid being opened.
And unlike his momma he loved the snow and would drive me crazy with wanting to go outside every few minutes after being let in, just so he could walk around eating the snow or laying on the back porch watching it fall.
He was the protector of his family and his home. He would never let either one of us go outside alone even for something as small as taking out the trash. He always had to be there to follow and watch.
As you can see from every one of his pictures, he loved his bandannas and had quite the collection to choose from, and yes he would choose his own while I held out four different ones by putting his nose through the chosen one after looking at and touching each one. Such a smart boy.
This is his first picture and bandanna when we brought him home after adopting him from the local vet. He was 7 years old and saved from death row.
He was the love of lives and will be loved and missed for the rest of ours.