Tri for Tripod, or Triathlete, or just Try Hard since life with 3 legs is a bit of a trick. Couldn't have been a better pup for us, never got into anything, never made a mess…Protected us from every dastardly stranger at the door, but would always be quiet when we told him to. Tri had a hard life before he came to us, his collar grown in, leg already amputated after some trauma… He lay on the floor for a week after we brought him home, like he was expecting us to just end it all. Never seen a dog so depressed. But he learned to trust and love us, and even the cats and the too-energetic puppy we brought home to keep him company. I think it was a good eight years for him. I'm sorry it ended so suddenly, but glad he didn't suffer a long time. Bye, buddy. We love you, you were such a good boy.
