Sir Percival of Darlington, aka Percy, aka P-Dawg, now aka P-Angel-Dawg, went peacefully to Dawg Heaven after a twenty month fight with Lymphoma. P-Dawg was born, well, we are not completely sure, so we designated Pearl Harbor Day as his "Birpsday". He was given to us when he was fifteen weeks old, and we loved eachother at first sight and ever since. A great traveling buddy, and no slouch as a home companion either, we were together as much as possible. Always ready with a Dog Kiss, even when he was at his sickest, and even after he recieved the sedative that was given him before the euthenasia medicine: A kissing fool to the end!
P-Dawg, Pearl Harbor Day, eleven years and five months ago, to Cinco De Mayo'sez, 2008 (He did'nutz want to's spoils your'sez Holiday, and all). Youz are the Goodest, Bestest Sweetest Dawg EVER!!!