I drew this back in September but now it is time for the explanation behind why I did this Photoshop and why Red was important enough for even his own blog post. I was born with Spina Bifida for those of you who don’t know that is, it’s a birth defect in which a developing baby’s spinal cord fails to develop properly. So Red was my service dog he learned everything from retrieving forearm crutches to opening doors, getting glasses and plates from the cabinet, learning how to stand to help me recover from a fall. Even pulling the wheelchair up the ramp in the winter. Years of training and bonding with Red, he was my dog and all. He was stubborn as all hell and somehow knew when I was sick or surgery was coming refused to leave my side and even though I hated it even would try to lick my stitches when I came home. Countless naps were taken on him and rough nights were spent snotting on Red’s ears. Red was even there through some of my worst time like having MRSA in 09′ and helping me get through the home side of a combat tour in 2010′ with our solider in Kabul, Afghanistan. Red and I went through hell together and I still miss him even though he’s been gone almost 4 years now.
