Randy

In November 1998 I went to the Michigan Animal Rescue League (MARL) to find a companion. As is typical of kennel situations, most of the dogs were either barking or being shy. Except for one little beagle who walked right up to me as if we’d always known each other. As soon as we got to my house he hopped up right in the center of the couch, of course, and took a nap. Always a handful, always a joy, he was my baby for nearly fifteen years. Even when his fur was nearly white and he moved ever so slowly, he was always curious — and always ready for a French fry or bacon treat. Finally, on August 3, 2013, his little body gave out and he went to sleep. He will be dearly missed by all who knew him.