This is our little dog Andy. Stacie got him for her 16th birthday, July 11th 1996. He was born June 19th of that year. Stacie, Matt (her cousin) and I went to pick him up. He was so little.
We had him for almost 13 years. After Stacie got married she took him to live with her and Whit but all he did was sit at the door and whine. It broke her heart so she brought him back home. Which was fine with me, I kinda liked him.This is Stacie's senior picture. She had to take one with Andy.
This is Andy at this past Christmas 2008
About two years ago he was diagnosed with a heart condition and bad hips. He still loved to chase cars even with his bad hips. I was so afraid he would get hit by a car. They told me then that when he started coughing really bad that the end would not be far off. About a month ago he started to cough alot. I didn't think a whole lot about it. He was still so active. Just after that Eric and I went out to see Stacie & Whit. We thought he would be fine. On April 30th we got a phone call from Kylie telling us that Andy had died. She went to check on him when she got home from school, he was curled up in his bed. Her and Scott buried him in the back yard. I felt bad I wasn't there. But I am almost glad I wasn't. I'm also glad that he went the way he did I didn't want to make the decision to put him to sleep. After we got home it was hard to not have him around. I still think he is here, when I go outside I want to say, " com'on Andy, let's go out." It is just weird not having him around. He would follow me around the house all day. No matter what room I was in he would be there too. I was looking at pictures in Kylie's camera the other day and found this picture of Andy. It was taken about a month ago. I didn't realize how old he really looked. Poor thing. I'm glad he is now in a good place.We love you Andy!
"Andy"June 19th, 1996 - April 30th, 2009
