Dolce Gambino was their dog, their greyhound. But — and I don’t think I’m going out on a limb too much to say this — in a way he belonged to us all.
When Dolce died, four months shy of his 15th birthday and a day after being diagnosed with an aggressive and incurable cancer, more than 400 people commented with their condolences on his heart-wrenching Facebook post. Dozens of others posted messages of love and sorrow on his wall. Still others changed their profile photos to one of Dolce.
And that, I think, was Dolce’s gift and is his legacy. He didn’t harp on the past or worry about the future. He didn’t question what was happening in his full and joyful life; he just lived it with gratitude, moment by precious moment.He reveled in journeys to 45 states and three Canadian provinces. He ate delicious food. He sported outfits for every weather episode and every holiday. A trained therapy dog, he made more than 150 visits to nursing homes.