After reading the other thread on the sorrow and the heartbreak we feel when one of our dogs becomes ill, is injured or flunks clearences. When our big dreams and high hopes just don't happen. I thought perhaps we could share a little. I'm sure we have all been there, heartbroken and trying to figure out what to do next.
Hope that you guys will post up some pictures of those dogs that never got the titles, had the litters or changed the retriever world. BUT they taught us what it means to persevere, to wake up each day and 'try', to accept limitations with dignity and most of all: how to see the blessings right in front of our faces. Take Dex-what a wonderful lesson he has for each of us.
Picture taken: 3-17-11
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This is Zek. He was supposed to be dead 10 years ago, lupus. Destroyed his joints and damaged his heart. He became sick at age 2. We have to walk down the pond nowadays on lead or he stuggles to walk later. Once down there I let him swim and play. He has always had this happy look and he has a heart as big as gold. He is also naughty, funny, good to the other dogs and still thinks it is his turn to go train everytime I get the whistles out. He will be 13 in April. It has not always been easy, but it has always been worth it.
Hope that you guys will post up some pictures of those dogs that never got the titles, had the litters or changed the retriever world. BUT they taught us what it means to persevere, to wake up each day and 'try', to accept limitations with dignity and most of all: how to see the blessings right in front of our faces. Take Dex-what a wonderful lesson he has for each of us.
Picture taken: 3-17-11
This is Zek. He was supposed to be dead 10 years ago, lupus. Destroyed his joints and damaged his heart. He became sick at age 2. We have to walk down the pond nowadays on lead or he stuggles to walk later. Once down there I let him swim and play. He has always had this happy look and he has a heart as big as gold. He is also naughty, funny, good to the other dogs and still thinks it is his turn to go train everytime I get the whistles out. He will be 13 in April. It has not always been easy, but it has always been worth it.
