Meaty was a wonderful friend. Thinking back five years ago, the idea of adopting a mill rescue dog was not appealing to me. Then came along Meaty. Although his name was not always Meaty...it was once Wyatt. We changed it once we saw how much he resembled a fat little meat ball. He brought so much joy to our family. From chewing toys into a sharp shank, to his constant cuddling with (to their annoyance) the other dogs, to allowing our daughter to stack and balance toys on his back and even through his destruction of my items only; I will always think fondly on our times together. Through my grief, I second guess the decision; constantly reminding myself that it was the right choice to make so you did not have to go through the deterioration that you were facing. I miss you my sweet friend.