On October 2, 1994 God gave me a dog to be by my side and protect me while I grew up. When he came into my life, we decided to name him ‘Yeats’, after the Irish poet.
Yeats stood by my side as I grew up and worked my way through the various stages of a growing boy. He always was there right by my side, like a good dog should be.
God blesses us with certain people in our lives that impact us in a way that changes who we are: one of those people was my dog, Yeats.
I could never thank him enough for being there for me the last 14 years. Last night I saw him for the final time, a withered disfigurement of the dog I used to hunt, swim, run, rollerblade and play with. I won’t keep his physical atrophy as his last memory with me but rather all the good times he brought to my heart throughout the years that I was blessed to have his presence.
This is to you Yeats – You’re the best dog a boy could ever have. Good dog.
Yeats Mullane – RIP 1994 – 2008




