Greatly Loved

Sadly, my parents' boxer Solomon passed on yesterday. He was a part of our lives for many years - since my son was barely talking. He was a rescue dog; someone found him running along a highway when he was about a year old, with a chain dragging behind him. Apparently, he had been continually chained up outside (anyone who knows Boxers knows they're not outside dogs) and escaped more than once. Finally someone called the Boxer Rescue who came and got him before he was run over. It was soon thereafter that he arrived to live with us (I was still living at my mom's at the time).

He was an incredibly sweet dog with a heart full of love to give. Pawing at your leg for a rub, or sliming your jeans while he enthusiastically greeted you, he was always ready to give and get some attention. He loved to play, loved to wrestle, loved to eat, and loved people.

He will be greatly missed.