Gee
I was feeling really sorry for myself and just wanted to tell some people about my loss. I never came close to expecting the warm sentiments which I appreciate to the bottom of my heart.
We have had Shelties for nigh on 23 years now. the first two left us about 8 years ago and after a brief period we picked up another. Well a lonely and bored Shetland Sheepdog rates right up there with a bored toddler with access to your West Systems Epoxy Pumps, a Jar of peanut butter, and some white shag carpet.
One day we took the puppy (Sammy) for his vet visit and the vet asked if we would be interested in another Shelti. It seems someone had brought a 7 yerar old purebread male to be destroyed because he barked too much.
C'mon folks, dogs bark. If you dont want that, get a fish.
I asked to see him and the vet pointed at this black ball under one of the chairs. This poor boy was scared, confused, and just wanted to be hugged. Well I took him out for a brief walk and knew we were going to be friends.
We took him home and for weeks he did not make a sound. Then once he figured it all out he came out of his shell. This dog had the most wonderful personality. First off, he was an indoor dog. If you left him outside, he would crouch on the porch and spring straight up to peer in the door with this dorky look on his face as to say "Don't Forget The Dog!"
Then one day, we were out in the park aand just tooling along when a couple of folks started to toss a disc. All of a sudden he took off with me running and yelling after him. He got abouit 5 feet from the floating disc and must of got 4-5 five feet in the air with a perfect catch. I guess the previous owner taught him.
From there life just went on.
As the years went by he aged (like we all do) and nature just caught up with him. When his time came, his hips were giving out, he had cataracts, my wife thought he was deaf, but I think he had selective hearing. yes he barked a bunch, and the vet said he had the dog equivalent of Alzheimers.
Yet to the last minute he was kind, gentle, and a good buddy.
All I know for sure is when my time comes and I walk to the pearly gates, I will see him sitting there with a toy in his mouth, and that stupid look on his face. We can all expect this from our pets.
We still have Sammy, and after NERRF I plan to find a new friend. Again I will look to the rescue societies as there will be somebody who needs me as much I do them.
Thanks for listening folks. It made a long weekend rather bearable.
Al