November 30, 2003 — January 22, 2016

Trevor, a handsome black lab, was only a year and a half old when he found himself dumped at a high kill shelter in rural West Virginia. There was a low chance of adoption in that remote location. But, he managed to get featured in the local newspaper’s column featuring pet pictures of the week from the shelter. My mother saw his picture and convinced me to agree to take him in. I lived in PA, a good 9 hour drive away. She went and sprung him from the shelter and said the moment he saw her that he leaped into her arms, kissing her. He knew that she was there to save him. He loved my mom. My parents drove half way and we met up, in Cumberland, MD, and I returned home with Trevor. It was soon apparent that he had come from an abusive environment and was very fearful, which I knew would take time to heal.
At the time, I had a ten year old Aussie named Juneau and he had been an only dog his whole life. He was very upset that Trevor moved in and was trying to unseat him from his doggie throne. But eventually they learned to get along, once Trevor agreed to fall in line, and both were happy together until Juneau passed a couple years later.
Then I brought home Barkley, a spunky little puppy that Trevor immediately embraced. Trevor was so gentle and patient and would let Barkley climb all over him and gnaw on him, like puppies do. They were best buddies and now Barkley is missing his big brother. He sniffed him and seemed to understand. But when he heard Trevor’s collar jingle he came running with his tail wagging, but he realized it was just a collar in my hand. Barkley spent 8 years of his life with Trevor so it’s a big loss for him. Trevor was the sweetest and most gentle dog with a big bloodhound looking nose. He had a velvety soft spot on his nose and the top of his head that I loved to pet.
Trevor was born around 2004 and came to live with me in 2006 when he was about 2 years old. He passed away Jan 22, 2016. He had cancer in his body and brain and was prone to having seizures that could not be controlled. They caused him to get disoriented at times and he grew to be frail. It was hard to see a beautiful robust dog grow so weak and thin. I sensed the end was near and I think that Barkley did too but we will always miss our buddy Trevor. But I know that Trevor is now reunited and playing with his other pal Juneau in Heaven.