11/21/2007 - 6/9/2019Beck was our grumpy old man from the day we rescued him. He was the dog version of Walter Mathaau. He was quirky, weird, and a bit of an odd duck, but for our family that the norm. Our dog kids were the land of misfit toys. His younger "brother" adored him even when he would growl at him. His older "sister" just ignored his grumpy ways and his cat "brother" could care less about the grump except for when the little younger dog would instigate chase. Beck was the brawn to his little brother's brains.

When we met Beck, we were not looking to adopt, we had just bought our house and were not ready for a dog yet, but the connection between him and our other dog was instant. They needed each other. Beck was an old soul that seemed to provide comfort to those around him. He was loving, affectionate, and a constant companion to my husband. He loved my father in law and would spend hours leaned up against him both giving and taking the love that was offered.

Saying goodbye was a hard road for us, but in the last year of Beck's life we saw the decline of his health. He developed dementia (who knew it was a thing in dogs) and started to struggle with verbal commands, remembering who we were, and becoming easily agitated. We watched the dog we loved become a shell of who he had been. We knew we had to let him run free as this was no life to live for our grumpy old man. We miss you every day, Beck, but know you are running free from all your pain.
Maria RubioBlaine, MinnesotaNovember 15, 2019
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