Jeff brought Taco home in January about 4 years ago, just a couple of weeks before B was born. He was a year old, very sweet with our oldest son and ready for us to love him.
We left Saturday and came home Sunday afternoon and he was laying in his kennel dead. He was only five years old. He wasn't sick and we don't know what happened. Last night was very hard for us. L and B went outside to see him and L wanted to help Jeff bury him, he insisted on helping. We are going to build a cross for his grave tonight and put it next to where he is laying. My heart is breaking. L specifically asked for me to pray for him last night, we prayed and moved the kids to bed with us. It was hard seeing my two older children so upset, I couldn't take the pain away, so we all just laid there and held each other. Jeff told the kids that Taco was chasing birds in Heaven and I'm sure he's running as fast as he can. He loved racing cars that went up and down our street, he usually won. I bet God is having fun watching him, just as we did.
Taco, we loved you very much and enjoyed our time that we had with you. I'm sorry you had to leave us.