His name was Toby. I called him buddy or my man. He had been in my life for 8 years since he was 8 weeks old. He ran away for a few months but came back to us. Recently I had to say good-bye to him. He had bone cancer. In only a month he lost enough weight that it was not feasible to have his leg removed. He spent his last weeks being babied and loved no less than normal. He’s seen me through 3 moves, various other furry friends, and at least one relationship. I’ll miss my buddy.