Our beloved Scrappy was adopted from our local humane shelter in 2006. He was 4 months old and was a owner surrender because the previous owners other dog did not get along with him. His shelter name was Chipper and we decided to name him Scrappy. He loved walks, cuddles, food (especially cat food) we always struggled feeding our cats and keeping him out of their food!) He loved plush blankets and soft bedding, plush toys and for smaller dog could shred and destroy even the toughest toys, he loved his collar that we would call his necklace ( I think he liked it on because when we would take it off that meant bath time.) His favorite place was just being with his people and we always would note the Aerosmith song, Don't want to miss a thing as his song. He was not a fan of baths or getting wet in general but liked being clean, he was not a camping dog, he did not like regular dog bone biscuits, or being dressed in clothes. We were more then blessed with the 13 short years that just flew by. I desperately wish more then anything we could have had more. He was my best friend and I often told him he was my heart. A piece of me defiantly is missing with him not here with me, but I am thankful for all the joy he brought to our lives and the time we had together. We had many adventures taking road trips ( he was a excellent car rider) going to cabins every year, the beach, he loved watching fish and loved the aquarium as well as going into the local pet stores to watch the fishies and other critters. He was always game for whatever you wanted to do. He was as active as you wanted to be or happy just to lounge. In 2018 Scrappy was diagnosed with two localized sarcoma tumors. We were devastated to hear it was cancer but thankful they were operable. The surgery was mostly a success, however they were unable to get all the arms of one of the tumors in its entirety so he would be on watch in case we noticed any regrowth. Then in late 2018 Scrappy began to be lethargic and had lost weight some weight from his last vet visit. He was just not his normal self. His Dr ran blood work and his white blood cell count came back high. They did an ultrasound and found he had several masses in his spleen. The next day he had an emergency splenectomy and samples were sent out to the lab. When the results came back we found out he had another type of cancer than before and had lymphoma which could be treated but was not curable. His Dr was concerned that the spleen may have leeched and the cancer had a high chance of spreading. We decided to start chemotherapy as soon as he was strong enough to start treatments. It was a very hard decision to make but we strongly felt quality of life would be our number one priority, and as long as he was responding well we wanted to do for Scrappy what we would do for ourselves and fight. Through all of this and his chemo included Scrappy barely skipped a beat and he fearlessly fought while he continued to enrich our lives everyday. I was so hopeful with how well he was doing we would make it to a full remission and we could have another year or more together if lucky, but towards the end of his chemo with two treatments left he was lethargic and loosing weight again. We talked about our concerns with his Dr and another ultrasound was done. We found out then that the cancer had now spread to his liver. Then less then a week later on June 14th 2019 Scrappy passed away at home. We knew our time was limited from the beginning but his last day still came as a surprise. However that last day was a good one with lots of cuddles, kisses and we even took a family walk that evening. My son in the stroller and Scrappy in the basket below, as I often did when he was too weak to walk. We had no idea that day would be our final day together. It was hard to say goodbye but it was in a way harder some days not knowing how long we had left throughout his treatments and grieving the impending loss along the way. Scrappy was cremated and I bought a bandaged heart urn necklace so he could be near me always and a beautiful red heart urn (his favorite color) that is inscribed: Scrappy S Silver 2006-2019 If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. I wish nothing more then to have him back and we miss him everyday. I am beyond grateful to his Dr, Dr Aaron Patrick, the nurses and all the staff at the Yakima veterinary clinic for their kindness and care during this difficult time. After Scrappys passing they sent us a beautiful card signed by the staff with kind words, as well as making a donation to the WSU memorial program in Scrappys name. We are most grateful and touched for this. Scrappy was loved by many. He leaves behind his parents Jen & Tony Silver, brothers Hershey and Jacob and sister Trixie. We love you Scrappy, you are forever in our hearts!