Paws In the 'Ville

When I met Kronk, I became a 43 year old kid, who went home and called his mother to tell her about him. A Dane mix…big, friendly, gentle, but not afraid to tell a weirdo to back off.

We clicked immediately. I always felt safe with him no matter where we were…and I hope that I eased his mind when we were together. Kronk needed a dog handler that could read his body language and not leave him hangin’ to make tough decisions…and I was the one.

He meshed well with all of the other dogs…I also felt that he gave the shy ones in the group an extra sense of security, with his big boy presence.

Back in October, Kronk needed a new home…which is a tough thing to do. The dog that I always wanted was available… and it was impossible for me to adopt him. He had a whole community looking out for a new home, but to no avail. At the end of January, he went into the shelter system with the MSPCA, where they recently found him a foster.

Unfortunately, some of life’s stories aren’t destined for a fairytale ending…and last week, I was notified that Kronk had passed.

We lost a lot of dog friends last year. I hope that they were all there waiting for you…I also pray that you found the mindful peace, that I couldn’t give to you.

I’m completely crushed. 💔

My Big Baby Boy Kronk…
Uncle G’ loves you so much. 💔