In the bittersweet moment when you put a pet, who has been part of your life to rest, the ache in your heart is great. As Dr. Armstrong, with so much empathy turned Nevada’s struggles to peace, we wer
e beside her, as she has always been beside us.
Nevada made us her pack, and from the first day we brought her home and had a fire in the backyard where she had her first hotdog, we knew that there would be many beautiful memories, and there were. From camping trips to Christmas’ where her big tail would swoosh the lowest balls from the tree, she was part of our family.
As a ninety-pound German Shepherd you can’t imagine how funny it looked when she decided a Minpin by the name of Rocco would be her best friend. Her love and protection for Max, Rachel and Megan, the children of our best friends was unfaltering. As the children grew, so did her love for them. At four-thirty she would put herself on her favorite blanket and watch the door, waiting for our youngest son to
get home from work. Her instinctual clock and heart never failed to be faithful.
It doesn’t matter if you own a Rhodesian Ridgeback or a Shepherd or even a poodle. When the honest and unerring love a of a dog touches you, you can do nothing but love them back. A hole in my heart is open now, so I’ll just let the tears flow until the memories become joyful and sew it closed. We love you Nevada, you brought us so much joy.
