Rags

My baby boy Rags. 9 years ago he was sitting outside my house whining and abandoned but would not come near me. I left for work and when I got home 10 hours later he was still sitting there patiently. He had me picked from the beginning I believe. But he still wouldn't come near me. From a distance I could see he was starving and had burrs all through his shaggy white coat. I went outside and laid down in the grass on my back and whined like a puppy to let him know I meant no harm. He carawled over on his belly and spooned me like a baby. I slowly cut out the burrs and comforted him. He trusted me completely after that. When I realized I couldn't possibly keep him I posted signs to find the owners (hoping no one would claim him). Nobody did. I was going to bring him to the Humane Society (although I didn't want too). But by then my Dad was too attached to him and said absolutely not.

He was not a good watch dog. When a man came into the house he would stand behind a woman, bark and then hide. It was so cute. He eventually accepted some men but was always a bit leary of them. He was a real ladies-dog which made me love him even more. He always loved to spoon. And this was something because he eventually went from 45 pounds to 90 pounds.

On Monday 2/15 he was diagnosed with Anemia and was put on a variety of drugs...I tried hard to keep him comfortable but by Wednesday I was at work and new he was slipping away. I rushed home and an hour later he was gone. Three days...no warning. I still can't understand why. But I know he'll be in my heart forever. And my other pets know there's something wrong with the house...so I try to find comfort with them. Most people don't understand pet-grief. Especially when it's so unexpected. I want to wake up from this bad dream.