In Memory of BJ

My uncle Mike had a dog named BJ (stands for black jack), he was a HUGE doberman but the sweetest thing i have ever met. He lived in Wyoming with my Uncle, Grandma, and Grandpa. In Wyoming, as heather knows, all the dogs run around in like a pack, no one even really knows who they belong to but they are all really sweet and we love them. So one of the neighbors (we dont know which one) complained of BJ running around and being "menacing" only because he is big. He doesn't even bark. Well they complained twice and one day when Mike came home he didnt see BJ and my grandparents didnt know where he was so they went out side looking for him. They found him laying down by the garage, dead. We think he was poisoned by the complainer but we dont know by what because 1) it worked so fast 2) they are having an autopsy done and the results aren't in yet. Im going to miss him so much. He really was the biggest sweetest dog ive ever met. When i last saw him we were able to put Kailyn on him and had her ride around (she is like 2) Wyoming is now going to be very lonely with the two dobermans gone.