August 21st of this year, we found out Shy was sick. He had a large, inoperable tumor in his chest. Our time together was limited. We decided to live every day to the fullest.
We went hiking...
We had a photoshoot...
We went to a charity gala...
We chased the sunset...
He came to work with me for every shift. He loved the car rides...
We had ice cream, pup cups, and milkshakes every day...
And on October 20th, we said goodbye.
Shy passed away on his own terms, the day before I was going to make the appointment that would set him free him from his failing body. I was with him when he took his last breath. Life sure isn't the same without my Golden Boy.















