Titan was meant to be ours. On the date of his adoption I actually had gone to pick up his sister, a little female they had advertised was soft and quiet and needed a good home. I was getting ready to have my daughter and I wanted her to grow up with a dog, as I had and as had my siblings. When I got to Pink Hill (3 hours from our Jacksonville, NC home at the time) his sister refused to come out. She didn’t want to play or be pet and as I was about to leave, thinking it was a waste of time, Titan walked up from behind the shed where he was hiding, sat down on my foot, and looked up at me. The look in his eyes, the immediate love that dog had for me even before I said a word to him, followed me, my husband, and our beautiful daughter through his entire life. He was my little girl’s service dog (she was diagnosed with Autism at 18 months and didn’t speak until she was 4, he learned how to figure out what she needed by the noises she made and would bring it to me to see if it was okay to give to her) and up until the very last minute he never lost that look of love in his eyes. He was diagnosed with cancer last year, a fast moving cancer that has now taken our boy…he was such a strong strong boy and so full of love. He will be missed forever.