Bingo was a beloved member of the Goodenough family, getting his name because his mama used her bingo winnings to buy him. He came to live with his human brother Mark when mama could no longer care for him. He was the sweetest boy, except for hogging the bed or watching every bite you took expecting you to share with him. The house is so empty now without him there to greet me or curl up in my lap. He truly left his paw prints on the hearts of those he met, especially the ones at camp who had treats for him. Praying his papa was there to greet him when he crossed the rainbow bridge. Rest in peace our faithful companion, your suffering this past week is over.
