Severa
Common sense ain't common
Yesterday evening I got the phone call from my Dad that I'd been dreading since I came back to MD from my Christmas break in KY...
Dad told me that Shag, our beloved Doberman, crossed the Rainbow Bridge...
We moved from the city out to the country when I was 5 (I'm 33 now).
In that time frame, I can't remember a stretch in there when we DIDN'T have a Dobe.
Because of this, I always claim my parents Dobes as my own, even now that I live so far from home.
Shag came to live with my parents when he was 8wks old.
He'd always been a bit on the heavy side, Dad said he had hypothyroidism.
Growing up on 25 acres in southeastern KY, he didn't want for anything.
Whether it was chasing the geese or sneaking a drink out of the pond, Shag was our constant companion.
He ADORED my sons (ages 11 and soon to be 13)
Every day that we would be home for Christmas or summer break, he'd stand at their bedroom door in the morning and whine for them to wake up so they could play.
In the past year, arthritis really began to slow him down. When he turned 11 this past April, we counted every day with him after that as a true blessing.
When we were home at Christmas break, I knew the time was soon. As we pulled out of the driveway to come back to MD, I started bawling my eyes out because I knew he didn't have much longer.
With this post I've enclosed two pics.
The first one is my favorite one of him with his best friend Holly (JRT mix) soaking up some sun in front of the (covered) inground pool.
The second one is from this past Christmas break, next to him is the newest Doberman in the family, Zulu. Zulu turned 1 this past June.
While it hurts knowing that he's gone, I know he had a good long life with us.
When it's my time, I'll see him and the rest of our Dobermans again.
For now, Goodbye my friend, and thanks for everything...
Dad told me that Shag, our beloved Doberman, crossed the Rainbow Bridge...
We moved from the city out to the country when I was 5 (I'm 33 now).
In that time frame, I can't remember a stretch in there when we DIDN'T have a Dobe.
Because of this, I always claim my parents Dobes as my own, even now that I live so far from home.
Shag came to live with my parents when he was 8wks old.
He'd always been a bit on the heavy side, Dad said he had hypothyroidism.
Growing up on 25 acres in southeastern KY, he didn't want for anything.
Whether it was chasing the geese or sneaking a drink out of the pond, Shag was our constant companion.
He ADORED my sons (ages 11 and soon to be 13)
Every day that we would be home for Christmas or summer break, he'd stand at their bedroom door in the morning and whine for them to wake up so they could play.
In the past year, arthritis really began to slow him down. When he turned 11 this past April, we counted every day with him after that as a true blessing.
When we were home at Christmas break, I knew the time was soon. As we pulled out of the driveway to come back to MD, I started bawling my eyes out because I knew he didn't have much longer.
With this post I've enclosed two pics.
The first one is my favorite one of him with his best friend Holly (JRT mix) soaking up some sun in front of the (covered) inground pool.
The second one is from this past Christmas break, next to him is the newest Doberman in the family, Zulu. Zulu turned 1 this past June.
While it hurts knowing that he's gone, I know he had a good long life with us.
When it's my time, I'll see him and the rest of our Dobermans again.
For now, Goodbye my friend, and thanks for everything...
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