Patrick Ryan Bisping

Patrick was born on July 29th, 2014. Eight weeks later he came bouncing into my life. The first night in his crate, not even a whimper. He was off to a new adventure and never looked back. And that was his attitude for the next ten years. He looked at every day as the best day of his life. He was such a happy boy. He loved going to daycare and playing with his friends. He loved his walks, nose to the ground, taking in all the smells. He loved to eat and knew to the minute when it was mealtime. He loved taking naps on my lap, stuffing the blanket into his mouth and suckling like a baby. He loved butt scratches and belly rubs. But most of all he loved people. He met them all with excitement and tail wags. And the special people in his life got the butt wiggles too. Everyone was his friend, he loved life.

Patrick had been having some issues over the last couple of weeks which led to x-rays being done. They found spots on his lungs which the doctor believed were cancer. More tests were scheduled but Patrick, like always, decided to do it his way. He got up in the morning and ate breakfast. He was excited to go to daycare and see all his friends. We walked into the building, and he suddenly collapsed and was gone.

I had named him Patrick Ryan, meaning Nobly Born Little King. That is how he lived his life, and that is how he left it.

So now, Patrick is off to a new adventure, over the Rainbow Bridge. Run Free, my sweet boy.