Gonna miss my buddy. Almost 12 years, 19 roommates, 13 houses and 4 cities… Tyson was the only consistency through everything. Always at the door when I got home, following me when I stood up, ready to move across the country or just go to the living room without a second thought. When we got him as a puppy from the pound he was covered in ticks, skinny and scared. They had found him abandoned on a landfill. Even through that you could tell - he knew that was all in his past when he came home with us. Tyson was never short on personality, extremely loyal and just a goofy boy all the time. It’s Hard to put in to words how much a dog like Ty means to someone, and I’m not sure I really knew until he was gone. RIP Tyson, my Purebred North American Brown Dog. We will meet again down the road.
