Rio, my dads third child.

Rio was raised by my mom and dad from when she was a puppy. My dad never had dogs in the house and he instantly fell in love with her. He always told me that he would do anything for her and that Rio was family, not just a dog. She was his heart. The day and weeks to come after we put Rio down broke my dads heart. He couldnt talk about her or even want to have anything to do with dogs. He knew that she was special and was different from other dogs. Rio wouldnt eat when he was gone and she knew he was her father. His nickname for her was "kirker". My moms was "precious".  Rio never once in 11 years bit anyone or strayed away. She owned the court they live in and would mind them no matter what they said.