I am writing a lot about my own dogs lately. After losing 2 of my dogs, so close in time, I feel compelled to write. So, I am starting a new series “MyDogHouse”. That is what I always nicknamed my home. This is an introduction into the many stories that lurk in my corners. I know it’s confusing. But, that’s o.k. It’s just an intro!
Finding The Right Dog At The Right Time.
When we first married, we got 2 little Miniature Long Haired
Dachshunds, Rusty and Dasher. Rusty was pure red, and Dasher had black on his ears.
They were really cute (and kinda funny looking) dogs. We had them both for almost 16 years.
Within that 16 year period my husband was diagnosed with MS. And, not long after we put our precious little dogs to sleep, my husband became disability retired.
At that time we decided to get a big dog. A Golden Retriever, Katie!
And, after Katie came into our house, a stray Black Lab, Sammy adopted the whole family J.
Sammy’s own young owners just divorced, and Dad got to keep Sammy. Sammy kept running away from his new home, into our backyard with Katie. We officially best prices on adopted Sam…a purebred lab. He was a most amazing dog. Katie and Sammy became instant buddies.
Then, my step son got a dog (black lab) for his birthday. He didn’t have room for it. So, we ended up with 3 dogs. Katie, Sam and Dukie. And, they became a great threesome. They never fought! Only played and did everything else together.
The kids after school always used to come to the gate yelling: Katie, Sammy, Dukie over and over. (We had a doggy door, and one by one they would run to the gate J
All our neighbours knew our threesome.
Well, the last of our threesome passed away last week. That was Dukie, he was 14 years old. And he was blind for pretty close to his whole life.
The first of the three to go was our Sammy. He got cancer. He was my husband’s closest buddy. It was a tough time for my hubby. He was going through 16 hour operations and MS related issues at the time.
We got Benny at that time. Hoping Benny would bond with my husband. Instead, Dukie drew closer to him.
When it was time for Katie to go, I was torn apart. She was my companion, friend. She was everything a dog could be. It was like a kick in the gut, and like my heart was ripped out.
I couldn’t stay without a Golden, so I got Nikki. Nikki, Benny and Dukie were awesome together. Then, Benny got cancer, and at the age of 7, (a few months ago) joined Katie and Smmy.
(A picture of Nikki, staying close by Dukie in his final days…she knew it. They always know)
Now, back to Duke. We know that Duke was going to die (not long after Benny), and that would leave Nikki grieving for both dogs, and alone. So, we decided before Dukie would have to leave us, we would introduce a new dog for her to bond with.
And, that dog is Shorty. A small 55 pound black lab, 3 years old, from the pound. There are issues with Shorty, as there are with a lot of pound dogs. BUT, she is absolutely bonded to both Chris, my hubby, and Nikki.
So now, after years of saying My Three Dogs, we are down to 2 dogs, young dogs, Nikki is 4 and Shorty is 3.
Wow, what a canine history.