L. C. was a great dog. I got him when he was just 4 weeks old. His mother had quit feeding the littler and 3 of his litter mates died before the owners realized what was going on. I was home recovering from a stroke that had crippled my left side. I was in deep depression and not trying to improve myself in any way. That is until my friend Maria showed up. She had a towel in her arms and her son came in behind her and put a 50 pound bag of puppy chow by the door and a gallon of milk. Maria put the towel in my lap and ran out the door. I opened the towel and there was a little puppy just barely big enough to fit in my hands, half starved and looking totally helpless. I could not afford to feed myself much less a dog and all the other expenses that go with one. I was going to keep him for two weeks and find a new home for him. I refused to give him a name for the first three days I had him. I realized about the fourth day that he was a part of my life now and I could never find a home for him that would be better than what I could give him as far as love and security. I began to try to make myself better and recover from the stroke. I credit LC with saving my life. He was my best buddy and I couldn't have loved him more. Everything I did was to benefit the pup and in turn myself. I moved into a friends home when I lost mine because I had no way to pay for anything because I couldn't work anymore. LC adored my friend and had a positive impact on him too. Everyone who LC would let near, he was very protective of me, loved him too. When I found out he had cancer and would die from it I was devastated and fell into a deep depression. My fiance and I talked about what would be best for LC. We decided not to medicate him and keep him alive, that was too selfish of us to do that to him. LC did not deserve to suffer he was such a good dog. We put LC to sleep on December 2 2011. He wasn't very sick yet, we wanted to spare him any pain we could, he was already in some pain and that was killing me. On his last day we had a great day for him, we went to the park and played for a couple hours and then went to Sonic and got him a chocolate Sunday. Then when we got home he got two steaks and a couple of bottles of beer. The next day we were to take him to go to sleep, he had three Nestle Crunch bars for breakfast and another beer. I held him in my arms as the meds were given to him and cried when his heart stopped beating. I still cry about him and how much I miss him. We had him cremated and he is in a beautiful box on our mantle. I believe in ghosts and I see LC in the reflection of the sliding glass door on our home. He is always smiling, just like him in his life he was always smiling. He is still with me and I find myself still saving bite of his favorite people food for him. Little Critter was a very special dog and I loved him so much. I will always compare future dogs to him but they will get the same amount of love and toys and everything that makes a dogs life good. I spoiled LC alot. He had more than 30 stuffed toys, and he played with 90% of them. I have them on his bed in the house like they are waiting for him to come home. I miss my little boy and I will always love him. Veterinarian: Dr. Brandy @ Noahs Ark