Mindy, a German Shepard was given to us by our son who couldn't keep her, due to the fact Mindy didn't like the cats they had in their home. Daze, a Cairn Terrier (like Toto in Wizard of Oz movie), was about 2 when she was given to us by a family who used her to breed puppies and they felt she shouldn't be bred anymore. Daze's registered name was "Dazed and Confused". We never called her anything but Daze, however as she certainly was never confused.
We took Daze back to see them a year later, and she remembered the lady instantly and started licking all over her face. Many years later, we tried to let that family know when we had Daze put down, and the joy she had brought us, but they had moved away and I got my card back.
Both Mindy and Daze loved to ride in the car, chase squirrels around the yard and play with each other. Daze was also a "Mom" to the Shepard as Mindy was quite fearful of everything. As a matter of fact, Mindy had to be sedated during thunderstorms as they terrified her so. Daze guarded us and the house fiercely, as only a fairly small dog can. She was fearless. In the one picture, you can see how close Mindy stayed to Daze for "protection".
Mindy had a big deep bark, but was very friendly and not at all a watch dog. Mindy had a couple strokes, leaving her unable to get up or walk so our Vet gave her an injection giving her release for her final rest. Mindy was 10 years old when she died.
Daze was medicated for several years for Pancreatitis, Diabetes, and Glaucoma in her left eye. She was 12 when we found a cataract on her right eye and arthritis in her hips making it painful for her to walk. She was being medicated several times daily for her various ailments, nearly blind and in pain, so we realized it would be selfish of us to make her continue to delight us with her presence any longer. Our Veterinarian gave her a shot releasing her into her final rest.
By Mary P.
Be happy for them your two beautiful dogs have crossed the "rainbow bridge".
Hello Mary! I'm so sorry for the loss of your fur babies. Reading your story brought back many memories and tears of my fur baby Lady (she was a miniature cocker spaniel) who I had put down the day before Thanksgiving in 1993. She had cancer and was blind and the vet said he could do surgery on her but gave her a zero chance for recovery. It broke my heart into more than 100 zillion pieces (she was 13 years old), but I was with her as the vet injected her and I held her in my arms and told her I loved her and stroked her head and face, gave her lots of kisses and told her we would once again see each other some day. I didn't want to have her put down, but quickly realized that it would be a selfish act to keep her alive just for my benefit. So I made the decision to let her go. I still to this day tear up over her. I miss her so. Your fur babies have crossed over into the Rainbow Bridge, where they can run and play without any pain.
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