Analysis
Terry is my pick—and I am keeping him. That is not a contest announcement; it is a decision I made with my whole chest after watching him meet the world the way a partner meets a doorway: steady feet, honest eyes, and a willingness to come back when I call even when something else looks interesting.
He earned it in the small things first—best on gruel when life got hard, first real tug on a toy, one of the two who stayed with me on a walk when everyone else sprinted for what felt safe. Then he kept earning it in the bigger picture: bone, food drive, toy drive, and those big rear feet that remind me of my old Great Dane puppies in the best way.
He still plays briefly with James (my Maine Coon) during TV time, then curls in beside me to sleep like the day was exactly enough. He is not going anywhere. He is mine.
Photo Timeline
Every Terry photo we have from birth through current updates.
