Marcus at the hydrant
I found Marcus on Bushwick Avenue in Bushwick Brooklyn on September 15, 2002. I put my belt around his neck and walked him back to my place on Broadway next to the JMZ track. He was bloody and scared, but within minutes of meeting my roommates, he had a name and many friends. I believe he was a year old at the time. The dog was among the friendliest, sweetest and most playful animals I've ever been around. He was a people dog, loyal and forgiving. This guy was with me through thick and thin, when I was alone as a newspaper reporter in the crummy city of Utica, New York. He came back to Albany with me and lived in an apartment with my roommate (who had also lived with me in Brooklyn and was truly this dog's favorite person). For more than four years this guy was our best friend and a saint of an animal. When my roommate would go on tour he would deal but be happy when he returned. Last summer my roommate went to Los Angeles for several months. He came back right as I was leaving for Seattle. It was while I while I was in Seattle that he began getting sick. When I returned a week later he was unrecognizable. Marcus had bone cancer. Two weeks later we had him put down. It was a very said day. Still, I'm glad he waited for my roommate to come back before he went. He is buried in my parents' backyard. My girlfriend carved a pumpkin with his face on it and we put it above his spot. This spring I will plant flowers above his plot. He deserves nothing less. He was a great dog.
Marcus at the hydrant
I found Marcus on Bushwick Avenue in Bushwick Brooklyn on September 15, 2002. I put my belt around his neck and walked him back to my place on Broadway next to the JMZ track. He was bloody and scared, but within minutes of meeting my roommates, he had a name and many friends. I believe he was a year old at the time. The dog was among the friendliest, sweetest and most playful animals I've ever been around. He was a people dog, loyal and forgiving. This guy was with me through thick and thin, when I was alone as a newspaper reporter in the crummy city of Utica, New York. He came back to Albany with me and lived in an apartment with my roommate (who had also lived with me in Brooklyn and was truly this dog's favorite person). For more than four years this guy was our best friend and a saint of an animal. When my roommate would go on tour he would deal but be happy when he returned. Last summer my roommate went to Los Angeles for several months. He came back right as I was leaving for Seattle. It was while I while I was in Seattle that he began getting sick. When I returned a week later he was unrecognizable. Marcus had bone cancer. Two weeks later we had him put down. It was a very said day. Still, I'm glad he waited for my roommate to come back before he went. He is buried in my parents' backyard. My girlfriend carved a pumpkin with his face on it and we put it above his spot. This spring I will plant flowers above his plot. He deserves nothing less. He was a great dog.