Man's & Woman's best friend... Shadow, my best friend died...

@WebMann (4731)
Canada
December 29, 2006 8:36am CST
First let me apologize to all the crazy people I see doing weird and wonderful things for their pets. I understand now. Unconditional love, it's pretty cool. For years I refused to have a dog because we lived in the city and I like to let a dog run. As a kid we had a few dogs but they were never really mine. We lived on a farm then and the dogs were for protection and for keeping rodent populations down. My boss at the time told me his mother's dog was having pups and we were welcome to one if we were willing to drive the 4 hours to his moms farm. I've never done anything so foolish. Drive 4 hours to see a pup. Well we drove for four hours and it was worth every second. She was the runt as the say. The smallest of the litter and the only one that was almost totally black and I like black. I picked her and she has been my best friend since. Shadow just seemed to be the name to go with. She followed me everywhere just like a shadow. That was our first choice for a name and that is what we stayed with. When Shadow for about 4 years I had an in-operable heart attack that caused damage to my heart, my world as I knew it stopped that day. Shadow never left my side for 3 years as I slowly healed. We were tired of living where we were because our neighbors were not really that nice, so we bought a new home. This was a move that we needed and the fact that we were now home owners was awesome. All was well for a week or two when Shadow started to act really strange. Unfortunately I thought it was just because of the move but it wasn't and in no time we had to take her to the vet she never came home with us. It has been almost a year now and I still can't talk about Shadow. Heck it took me almost an hour to type this one post. But maybe that will be good for my soul. Take a few minutes and longer if you need to but share an experience about a pet that fills your heart with joy and sadness...
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@blueskies (1186)
• United States
8 Feb 07
I simply cannot believe that no one has responded to this post. I apologize, as I just came across it today, while perusing your other topics. When I was a child, I was odd and frequently depressed. My parents didn't understand me and my mother had a violent temper. throughout my childhood, our pets kept me going. When I would sit outside under a tree, wishing I could die, our springer spaniel would find me and nuzzle against me to be petted. I would pour my heart out to that dog and she always appeared to be listening. My son has special needs and doesn't have any friends. We have 2 dogs and 4 cats. My son likes the dogs but gets aggravated with them when they do naughty dog things. The cats, however, are his best friends. There have been times when my son has flown into a violent rage, unable to cope with everything that life was heaping upon him at that moment. In the midst of destroying his bedroom or screaming obscenities, one of the cats would walk into his room. Without fail, my son would gently remove the cat from his room, close the door so the cat couldn't get back in, and continue on with his rage until he got all those negative feelings out. There have also been times when he has been in a total meltdown and I've brought our oldest cat over to him and set him in his lap. Whisper (the cat) would snuggle up to my son and you could see the tension leave his body the moment that cat touched him. I think animals give to us far more than we give to them.