Spike

Back in 2004, I fostered a Doberman Pinscher named Spike.  He was a big, goofy boy (as many/most male Dobermans are).  The woman who adopted him e-mailed me today to let me know he passed.  I was saddened to learn the news, but glad that Spike and his adoptive Mommy had so many good years together.   She adored him and wrote to me that right up to the end he loved to ride in the car and see his friends at the vet (how many dogs consider people at the vet their friends??)

Spike was a character.  He loved to get his picture taken and would smile at the camera.  Here he is when I fostered him back in 2004.  Sweet boy.  RIP.