Hello folks,
It all started this morning, just another day. Hopped in the car, drove to commuter lot, and caught commuter van to work.
"Ring, Ring", cell phone rings in the middle of a meeting. Wife is on the phone asking for help. I can hear the stringent, horrible sound of a child-like cry in the background. I give the wife some advice over the phone.
Worried about the situation back home, I proceeded to find a ride to take me back to the commuter lot. Not good, can't find a ride.
Boss finds me in hall and wants to tell me all about blah blah blah...
Wife calls again... it's over!!!
Finally found a ride back to commuter lot and drove home.
Dazed, numb, and confused, I arrive at the house were I wait for the wife to arrive.
Wife hops in my car, and we take off on a long, silent ride back to the hospital.
We arrive at the hospital, go in the backroom, and find my loyal 7 year old Female German shepherd lifeless body on a stall.
After battling with DM (Canine Multiple Sclerosis) for about 8 months, she died of bloat ( stomach turned and choked vital blood lines) on her way to the vet.
She was a little special dog. Unbelievable watchdog - slept with her eyes open - really!
She was the kind of dog that made you think and outsmarted you almost every time.
If you ever read "Where the red fern grows" you would know this dog.
Here is where the story gets a little funny:
I'm not much of Religious man, but, as my wife and I waited in the quiet waiting room for the clerks to bag the body, a woman walked in with a female German Shepperd.
The dog made a B-line to my seat and proceeded to kiss my face.
For a moment, I saw my little buddy in this dog, and my little buddy was telling me everything was alright.
The woman apologized profusely and told us that her dog had never behaved like that before. I didn't mind.
We finally got the bagged body in the car and drove the long, silent trip back home.
We found a nice plot in the property, one where a good Watchdog could keep an eye on our house.
Got the tractor out, and proceeded to dig. I dug, dug, and dug until I had the cleanest squarest hole I could come up with. I really didn't want to stop digging 'cause I knew what was next.
Buried the little buddy and payed my last respects.
The loss of that little buddy, dug the deepest hole in my heart!
It all started this morning, just another day. Hopped in the car, drove to commuter lot, and caught commuter van to work.
"Ring, Ring", cell phone rings in the middle of a meeting. Wife is on the phone asking for help. I can hear the stringent, horrible sound of a child-like cry in the background. I give the wife some advice over the phone.
Worried about the situation back home, I proceeded to find a ride to take me back to the commuter lot. Not good, can't find a ride.
Boss finds me in hall and wants to tell me all about blah blah blah...
Wife calls again... it's over!!!
Finally found a ride back to commuter lot and drove home.
Dazed, numb, and confused, I arrive at the house were I wait for the wife to arrive.
Wife hops in my car, and we take off on a long, silent ride back to the hospital.
We arrive at the hospital, go in the backroom, and find my loyal 7 year old Female German shepherd lifeless body on a stall.
After battling with DM (Canine Multiple Sclerosis) for about 8 months, she died of bloat ( stomach turned and choked vital blood lines) on her way to the vet.
She was a little special dog. Unbelievable watchdog - slept with her eyes open - really!
She was the kind of dog that made you think and outsmarted you almost every time.
If you ever read "Where the red fern grows" you would know this dog.
Here is where the story gets a little funny:
I'm not much of Religious man, but, as my wife and I waited in the quiet waiting room for the clerks to bag the body, a woman walked in with a female German Shepperd.
The dog made a B-line to my seat and proceeded to kiss my face.
For a moment, I saw my little buddy in this dog, and my little buddy was telling me everything was alright.
The woman apologized profusely and told us that her dog had never behaved like that before. I didn't mind.
We finally got the bagged body in the car and drove the long, silent trip back home.
We found a nice plot in the property, one where a good Watchdog could keep an eye on our house.
Got the tractor out, and proceeded to dig. I dug, dug, and dug until I had the cleanest squarest hole I could come up with. I really didn't want to stop digging 'cause I knew what was next.
Buried the little buddy and payed my last respects.
The loss of that little buddy, dug the deepest hole in my heart!
