In September of 2003, we made a decision to get a puppy. I went to work and there were puppies in a cardboard box. They were only five weeks old and needed homes. I didn't know which one to chose. One of the nurses was holding this beautiful black pup with a white star on his chest. She said, Take this one...he is a real bruiser." Sure enough he was a handful. We named him Jasper and he lived up to that name. I could tell you stories upon stories about him, but this would take forever. He changed our lives forever and we were so blessed to have him for thirteen years. Thanks for sharing a little of his story with me. I wanted to write this, but of course it's 4:50 am and there is no one to read this now. To those that read this entire story, thank you for listening.