Grayson really was one in a million.

In 2015, he had a front leg amputated due to cancer and was told he may only have up to six months to live. That was one memo that Grayson didn’t receive!

Four years later, when the time came to say goodbye, I lay with him, holding him, and gave him a kiss just as he fell to sleep.

He loved to play, loved his ball and toys and was happiest when outdoors.

You are missed every single day. You were, and always will be, loved and cherished. Thank you for being my best friend.