The loss of Pinto

My brother, who's children are his dogs, lost one of his beloved son's yesterday. He has two dogs Jack and Pinto. Pinto was a little Jack Russell/Chihuahua mix who only weighed 6.5 pounds but was a very much loved dog. I have not in many years heard my brother cry like he has for this dog and although I know he did everything possible for his baby he still seems to blame his self. You see Pinto loved to play with his favorite toy, a string shaped into a bone. He would pull and tug at that toy until there was nothing left of it. Unfortunately one of the strings got stuck inside him and he was unable to pass it. They tried to do surgery to remove the blockage but to no avail. And the best thing for Pinto was to let him pass. For my brother this knowledge brought much guilt of allowing him to play with his beloved toy. Although we all know there was no way for him to know this would harm Pinto in such a way he still feels very guilty. So this post is dedicated to the memory of Pinto and the love that he gave and received. Pinto you will always be missed!