The moral of this story is never judge a book by its cover, by it age or by its history. Kindness and love is a remarkablehealer. The rest f this is a bit long but was very cathartic for me to write. So sorry to my friends but hey you might want to spend the next 10 minutes reading about the amazing power of love, hope and faith. This so reminds me of my St Bernard Rosie. Charlie found her on petfinder just 6 weeks after I lost my beloved Czar. I never thought I would be able to open my heart again. When we first met her she had been at the shelter for 3 months. She was 4 years old an never lived inside a house and during winter storms or inclement weather she was put in a basement all while a Jack Russell who was the family dog watched from inside the house. She was bought to be bred - had two litters but was deemed not successful enough at it (became aggressive when they tried to take away her puppies from her second liter). We met her in the later part of March. She had her last litter in November. The family moved in December took the Jack Russell with them and surrendered her to a local shelter. Charlie, Tess and I first visited her at the shelter then I arranged a home visit with a visit to our family vet (yes we have a family vet - same one for over 20 years - I may have financed their new office). My sister came with me to pick her up for our home visit. She weighed 89 pounds and I swear 50 of it was her head. My sister practically shrieked when she saw her. Hence the nick name Bucket Head was awarded to her. As all of us real dog people understand big dogs have very short life spans 6 or maybe 8 years. Rosie was already 4 and was not in the best shape but nothing lights a fire under my ass like a challenge and home she came with us. It was a challenge (nothing like might baby wolf hybrid Czar mind you) and it took well over a year but she become so happy. We got Bruiser as an 8 week old puppy and she took to him as if he was her own - one of the many that were taken away from her. Duke on the other hand was another story with his arrival but eventually they worked out a livable solution. She laid in bed with me, just like Czar but was not much for staying there for long. We beat the odds and missed having the oldest St Bernard by only a year or so as she lived til she was 12 1/2. She was a gentle soul who did not figure that out until it may have been too late for most people. She loved me and all of my family. Was a faithful and dedicated protector. I would not have changed those 8 years with her unless it was to be able to bring Czar back so I could have had them both together. I know - this is way too long....so sorry. One of these days I am going to write a book about all of my furbabies.
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 06:09:43 +0000
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