Hi Mark: My wife Tamara and I acquired two samll dogs in 1985, a mini pin and a beagle. They were born within months of each other . Over the years we moved from San Diego, to Reno to Fresno. They were always both with us. In 1998, at the ages of 13, the Beagle became very sick, cancer. We were forced to put him down. Within a month, the lonely minipin layed down at the foot of our bed on \’his\’ blanket looked at us and then went peacefully and unexplicably to be with his lifelong buddy.
We had always been with dogs and cats. At this time we only had a big Calico cat \’Big Foot,\’ left. His name is big foot because he has extra toes. Being dog lovers my wife and I went to the pound and picked out a pup, about 1 year old, a queensland Healer we named striker. 1 month later we opened the door one morning and found a puppy staring at us,, an English Mastiff. We searched for her home and could not find her owners. A month later another pup turned up on our doorstep, just sitting there. After searching the neighborhood, we still could not find the owners. So.. we added the Em, her name is Cheyenne, and the Lab, shepperd, named Cody.
One year later we found another stray, a chihuahua mix we named \’Ginny.\’ We refuse to take strays to the pound. My Aunt turned up with dementia, and could not take care of her dog, so in 2001 we added Collie, a weird terrier. They are all old now, averaging 10 years, we have given them great lives and they in turn have given back ten fold. But the parade did not stop there, (more…)
