Opie came home with me on September 2, 2013. The tiniest little thing with paws almost as big as his head and ears for days. I tried to get so many pictures of him to send to family and friends and he was blurry in all of them but one, where he sat like the best boy, so proud of himself. He looked so happy to be with me. I was 22 and he was my first puppy of my own. Over the years I was able to get some pictures of him, if I was quick. But he always seemed to be able to tell if I was pulling my phone out for a picture and move. So most of them are of him asleep in all the weird, contorted positions he used to get into. He was a social butterfly from the moment I got him. I used to take him everywhere to socialize him and he loved it so much. And everyone loved him, save from a few who were grossed out by the slobber. I always had to make sure I had his slobber towel with us. He loved having his face rubbed with it. He'd bury his face in it and rub it back and forth against my hands. He was such a good boy. So funny, and loving. And so independent too. He knew when he wanted to be left alone and when I was allowed to cuddle with him. When we rescued his sister, our pit Monica, she was sick and very underweight. Her first night home and every night after for the next 8 years, they were cuddled up together. The best of friends. Even when she got sick and she would snap at him when she was in pain. He always forgave her and was there for her. We lost her in October 2022 and he wasn't the same after. He lost some of his light when she passed. Still sweet as ever, though, and still dancing when it was meal time and when someone would come to the house, or when I would come home. That's how he told me it was his time to go. He stopped dancing. I'd get a hearty tail wag and butt wiggle, but no more dancing. And no interest in food, which has always been his number one favorite thing, with chasing and yelling at birds being a close second. I held the best boy in my arms as he crossed the rainbow bridge on September 4, 2024. He made sure I got 11 years with him. The angel number 2. For my second angel.

I miss you so much, baby. Tank misses you. Your grandma misses you. It's not the same in this house without you, and my world is a little dimmer without my right hand man. I saw you reunite with Monica after you left us, I'm so happy you're together again. I can't wait to see you both on the other side of the bridge bubbas ❤️

07/13/2013 – 09/04/2024

Jennifer Parker
North Las Vegas, NV