FA+
Shop
The Coming Storm~
8 years ago
General
I received word today that my future Doberman, Storm, was born on Valentine's Day.
I am super excited to hear this; after waiting nearly a whole decade, I will finally be having man's best friend again at my side.
Ten years ago, I lost my German Shepherd, Bell. She was adopted into our family in late May 1999. One of my first memories of her was bringing her to school at the end of 1st grade as part of a outdoor show-and-tell project. She happily sat letting everyone pet her. Over the years, she was my best friend, always wanting to play with a tennis ball and beg for food when we cooked outdoors on the grill. I took her for walks all around the neighborhood, and she always enjoyed with people would come up to pay attention to her. When I was younger, she was very protective of me, and would always place herself in front of me if strangers approached. I recall when I rode with her in the back of my Dad's SUV and someone was tailgating too close, she growled and snarled her teeth at the driver, sending a warning to them that they were too close. Always protective of twelve year old me!
I lost Bell in July 2008 to an autoimmune disease that destroyed her spinal cord. One day she had a hard time walking, and by the next day, she was unable to move. We made the decision to euthanize her, to end her suffering on July 23, 2008, three days before I turned sixteen. I was heartbroken by her loss, and my hope at the time was to adopt a new dog the following year, but that was not meant to be. Now, ten years later, I am approaching the final two month stretch to wait for Storm to get big enough and weaned before taking him home to begin life with my family.
This is a day that has been long awaited.
I am super excited to hear this; after waiting nearly a whole decade, I will finally be having man's best friend again at my side.
Ten years ago, I lost my German Shepherd, Bell. She was adopted into our family in late May 1999. One of my first memories of her was bringing her to school at the end of 1st grade as part of a outdoor show-and-tell project. She happily sat letting everyone pet her. Over the years, she was my best friend, always wanting to play with a tennis ball and beg for food when we cooked outdoors on the grill. I took her for walks all around the neighborhood, and she always enjoyed with people would come up to pay attention to her. When I was younger, she was very protective of me, and would always place herself in front of me if strangers approached. I recall when I rode with her in the back of my Dad's SUV and someone was tailgating too close, she growled and snarled her teeth at the driver, sending a warning to them that they were too close. Always protective of twelve year old me!
I lost Bell in July 2008 to an autoimmune disease that destroyed her spinal cord. One day she had a hard time walking, and by the next day, she was unable to move. We made the decision to euthanize her, to end her suffering on July 23, 2008, three days before I turned sixteen. I was heartbroken by her loss, and my hope at the time was to adopt a new dog the following year, but that was not meant to be. Now, ten years later, I am approaching the final two month stretch to wait for Storm to get big enough and weaned before taking him home to begin life with my family.
This is a day that has been long awaited.
V.