Dobby started out as a gift to my grandmother for her birthday! I went to pick him out at the local shelter here, and I swear I must have walked through the entire place three or four times before I saw him (my sister saw him actually) and he was so tiny and scared. I looked at him and he looked at me it was an instant bond and I realized then that he would go on to be my dog.

I suffer from clinical depression and severe anxiety, he was registered last year as my service animal and I took him everywhere with me…except where I went today and a fire took him from me. I really can’t see myself without him in my life; he was such a warm light that brought so much love and sweet kisses into my life that I don’t know how I am going to handle not seeing him every day.

He was such a sweetheart and loved to get belly rubs, he adored getting McDonald’s every once in awhile, and oddly enough he adored pickles. He had such a huge impact on my life, and I can only hope he knew just how much I loved him and that I will keep him with me forever–I won’t ever forget him and he was the best dog I ever had.