Less than a week ago, my crazy sweet dog was diagnosed with cancer. After a weekend spent spoiling Champ with Frosty Paws, rotisserie chicken, and tons of hugs, my family made the decision to put him to sleep before the disease took complete hold of him. As difficult as it is to say goodbye, there is a real comfort in knowing that he did not suffer a slow and painful death. After giving us nine years of laughter and love, the least we could do was give him a peaceful end. I would give anything to lose one more pair of shoes to him, or to play “Golden Receiver” with him one more time. I hope he knows how much I loved him.