After Mack was born we visited him every week before we brought him into our home. He was
the most gentle furry friend we've ever had.
Our son, Jack, was only 13 months old when we had to put Mack to sleep. However, he still
remembers him. At 21 months old, every black dog we see he says "Mack!", especially when
we visit Niles, Mack's father.
It's very hard for us still, but I often think of the silly things Mack used to do and it makes me
smile. He loved car rides and going for walks at Kinder Park. His favorite treat was an
ice-cube. He was a simple yet unique dog... We miss him dearly.
Bethany and John
Mack's 1st birthday,
10/05
Mack with Jack.
Mack, Christmas
2005
Mack in snow, Feb.
'06
Easter
2006