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When I was working for the state as a probation officer, I was at the sheriff's department doing some work one day when the animal control officer came in for a meeting with the Sheriff. He and I started talking, and he said it was "Dead Dog Friday" (his words). If a dog was not claimed, adopted, or rescued in a certain amount of weeks, the animal was put down the following Friday.

He was caring for a dog in his truck, trying to find someone to take the little guy so he would not have to put him down. I immediately agreed to take him home, without speaking to my husband. When my husband saw him for the first time, he said, "Isn't he a funky little guy?" So, that became his name, Funky Dog.

That night, he would not eat, until we brought him a happy meal. He was a sick little pup; the vet said he was about 3 years old. We came to find out later that he was a bait dog for pit bull fighting. After he was well, he was so energetic and loving. He was a little mischievous, but that was one of the things we loved about him.

During our divorce, he was my constant companion. He was like my child; I even carried him around like a kid. He got very sick after I came home from a work trip. I took him to an emergency vet, then again the next day to a specialist. I had to put him down on Nov 7, 2011.

He was the love of my life, and saying good bye was one of the hardest things I have ever done. But I know that my life was so much better because of that little guy.

Story submitted by Becky Turcotte from Somerville, Tennessee.

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