Einstein was diagnosed with terminal cancer, but after I adopted him in 2016, his growths vanished and he was cured. I’m sure it was the surgeries performed at Bideawee. I had him for three and a half years. His favorite diversion was in hurling his body against a large plastic shoe box I had at the foot of my bed. He would roll on his back, legs in the air, and grin at me. His story was posted on She Knows and later on Upworthy. I will never forget this lovely little dog and that infectious grin of his. Rest in peace, Einstein, and thank you, Bideawee, for this precious time with my forever dog.