I had moment of keyboard diarrhea on a different forum, my friend Tom has always seemed to carry some weight with his words in my mind. He offered condolence and this is what came out.
Re: Hug your dog(s)
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Gelcoater » Sat Oct 08, 2016 12:18 pm
Tom Brown wrote:I'm sorry, Larry. I feel your pain, bud.
Thank you, Tom.
I hope you don't mind if I ramble a bit, I need to cry this all out.
Tom, you may or not remember our first conversations over at that place we met. It was 2009, I had just turned 40 years old, the economy had tanked, I was unemployed, at risk of losing the house, etc. I was in a pretty dark place.
You, Dave and of all people Yellowboat were online that night and talked some sense into me, a total stranger.
I'll always be greatful to you for that. The Internet was new to me at the times d most of what I'd seen was rather negative.You guys were a breath of fresh air.
Throughout my childhood I'd been exposed to a couple of Dobermans that were just great dogs, I always admired the breed and told myself one day I would get one.
A few months before that 40th birthday I decided I had to do it. I had plenty of time to train and mold a puppy into a great family dog.My intention was to get a black and rust male to be a companion to our little mutt female.
I studied the breed, read books, read training tips and theory.
One day I got a tip about some puppies available so we as a family went to check them out.
When they rounded the corner towards us as a pack of 10 week old pups do there was a sea of red puppies, not one black and only one male and he was spoken for.
We hung out and played with the pups a bit but I had pretty much already made up my mind to move on to see other litters elsewhere.
Puppies have pretty short attention spans and they all quickly lost interest in us and went back to moshing like puppies do with each other.
This one puppy kept coming back to me. I would shoe her away to go play with her siblings and she kept coming back. She curled up on my shoe and unbeknown to me at the moment stole my heart.
We left that day and a day later I had to go get her. That one with the gray collar.
She became my shadow, my friend, my home security partner, guardian of my daughters, house jester, and the little soul that helped me climb out of my dark funk.
I've heard it said a person can have many dogs over their lifetime but they will only get that one that is "that" dog. That once in a lifetime dog.
Daisy was my once in a life time dog. There will never be another quite like her.