Falcore came into our lives back when my brother needed guidance and a ‘real’ friend the most. That was the start of a wonderful journey for Tyson And Falcore. When Tyson decided to enlist in the Army, it was obvious that he couldn’t keep Falcore, so then he left the big, 65 lbs., drooling boxer full of love to my Mom and me. Falcore absolutely loved being around our little dogs and cat, and couldn’t understand why they didn’t appreciate his energy, especially whenever he hopped on them – or tried to bark louder than they did (especially since he rarely barked prior to joining this family). But more than anything – he LOVED his Nana’s cooking. He quickly grew to 80+ lbs “of burning love” as we called it. He begged patiently – not right in your face, but sitting a couple of feet away, patiently watching, while the drool could fill buckets. I truly believe that my house will outlast the test of time, given all the Falcore slobber holding my walls and ceiling in place. 😉 He also never knew his size, because although he was an 80+ lbs. boxer, he thought he was a Chihuahua who needed lap time regularly and often. Bringing him into our family was such a gift. I cherished our nightly routine of helping him into my bed, and then rubbing his nose and ears at the end of every day while he laid his head on my chest. No night was too late or too rushed for our routine. He was always there for us, whether we needed protection, love or our dishes cleaned. We will miss you so much, baby boy. Rest in peace.