I was fostering for a rescue in New Jersey and Hulk was with another foster family but didn’t have the proper time to take care of hulk so I volunteered to take him. From the moment I was handed his leash I knew that he belonged to me and he felt that I belonged to him. Hulk was in my home about 2 weeks when I made the choice to adopt him and his name then became Mr. Baby because he was a big love bug.
His absolute favorite thing was being close to me. Then came bones, swimming in the summer and snow in the winter.
Mr. Baby had a rough life. He was surrendered at a young age and was clearly abused. Then a couple years later while in my life he was shot by a disgruntled neighbor who “hated” any and all pit bull type of dog. Mr. Baby survived a gunshot to the head. However it changed him and he no longer trusted men. With that being said he had his favorite people and to those of us that he considered his humans he was everything a dog is supposed to be. He was my protector, my son, my saving grace.
This service helped by providing a beautiful box and name plate to display my boys ashes. They also wrapped his ashes in a beautiful silky blue bag for safe keeping. Included was also a touching poem, and beautiful death certificate. I am grateful for this service. It enables pet parents a way to keep their beloved pets memory alive.