He is the dog we never had.
He's a Bernese Mountain dog. A big one. We always knew what his name was going to be ..."Spanky" ... no matter what.
The fact that he would be a toy didn't really bother us. We couldn't have a real one because we both traveled too much.
So here he is, sitting with me on the bed. My comrade in cancer.
A boy and his dog.