I put my dog down saturday. breaks my heart. cancer was eating his bones. I knew it a while back, didnt want to admit it. but he stopped using one of his legs thursday. I held him as he died. always stay with them, they look for you.
I look at a dog like yours and it seems a goal, to someday be as pure and tough and loving and honest as a dog like that or like mine or other dogs I meet. I'm new to having a dog in the family, it's hard for me to think clearly about them.
I like this description of how dogs came into our lives, a Native American tale ...
Legend says, the Great Spirit of the Native Americans opened a chasm in the earth, and the Great Spirit wanted to make the separation between humans and animals permanent. The chasm continued to widen; dog looked to human as the chasm widened; then looked at the other animals…then at the last possible moment; dog made a powerful leap across the chasm; making a conscious decision to join humans forever.