So this is your first look at me. And this is my German Shepherd mix with wolf ((yes he is mixed with that)) and border collie. He lived with my mom ((I live with dad)). He was kinda old: going on 13 years in december. I haven't seen him since November last year... But I was glad I got to spend alot of grooming time and lovin time with him on sunday 6-22-08

and as an fyi, we found him across the street in 96' from my dads work... abandoned in a graveyard.

my Thommie

Edit: He was put down on 02-13-2009 It's been a year now he's gone, but I still love him very much to this day as the anniversary passes on Saturday. I also love this beautiful picture. I remember this day very vividly. It's one of the last days I got to really spend a lot of time with him. And even as tears well up as I type I try my hardest to not continue to live knowing he's dead, but remembering every good moment we shared together.
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Added 11-2012:
Basically we found this young black gshep mix dog back in '96 in a grave yard across the street from where my dad worked at the time. This and a few others is really all the photos I have left.

In 2006 my parents divorced, and I get kicked out after i turned 18. So I couldnt take my dog with. I float around for a year and in 2007 I move in with my dad to the place I currently reside.

We go to pick up my 2 younger sisters every other weekend for 2 more years, sometimes I would get to see my dog running around in the yard. It was pure torture. I couldnt ever take him with :( We lived in a tiny apt that didnt allow his breed. Not to mention, mom, yeah no chance she'd let me.

On Feb 13th 2009 he has an issue and my mom asked me to make the decision to put him down or not. He was old, and in constant pain. I could see it the few times I did get to see him.

He had both hips replaced when he was young (a $5K operation at the time) to help prolong his life (hip dysplasia, its a common problem in young dogs to develop problems early on and worse as they get older) which it did I could tell. And especially as finding him as a stray I had felt he had lived a good long life, even if the last 3 years of it, sadly, I was never there.

I made the choice to go through with it, we cut up some hot dogs to hand feed him before he had the injection, and he passed sweetly in the living room in my arms.

I cant help but think my decision to literally kill my dog was wrong, but I knew he was in pain, and I couldnt do anything to ease it. And just typing this out brings tears to my eyes. I miss him terribly and feel so guilty for not being allowed to be in his life his last years. Kinda like I failed as a dog mommy.

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