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Shadow's story really starts with his mother. Of course, that's where they all start, but just in case you haven't visited Scampie's page yet, I'll brief you on how Shadow happened to be born. My mother was going to be retiring soon and said that she would love to have a pet. She loved Scampie and wondered if I would let Scampie have one more litter of pups (she was a breeding dog before I bought her). The vet checked Scampie out as she was 7 years old and he said she was perfectly healthy and saw no problem. Oh yes, Scampie was spayed as soon after the pups were born as she could be. So I looked around for the proper "dad", found a wonderful poodle named Nikki and then along came Scampie's last litter of pups. There were five in total, four apricot and one "Pinto Pony" (SHADOW). Mum picked out her "Tiffany" and I started to look for good homes for the rest of them. I was attached to all of them, but I wasn't really planning on keeping on for myself. But the little pinto one kept catching my eye. My sister suggested that I keep him, she said "how can you look in that face and not want him". I said, "you're right, he's mine!" It was a decision I'm glad I made. What would my life have been like without him. Shadow was my fellow, my pal, my buddy, my hero, my everything for 15 years. I know that having Shadow around kept Scampie young and active. They got along great and
went everywhere together. They loved the car, but their stomachs sure didn't, so car rides
were rather a hassle at times. But that didn't stop us from going to my parents place to
visit sister "Tiffany" often.
I love these two pictures. The little girl across the street fell in love with my dogs and used to come over and play with them all the time. She would take them for walks every day. She even took them to the park for a picnic. But one day she forgot and took her eyes off her sandwich and it was G O N E in a flash. Someone from the local paper happened by and took their picture, and they were "STARS". We call this picture of Shadow - "The little old fisherman". Now that's
a dog with patience. To sit and have someone dress them up.
Here they are just back from the poodle puffers.
But as you can see, he can be pretty cute without all the fuss. I loved
him just as he was.
Shadow lived a long and happy life, with a few complications in his golden years. He was so easy to please and I enjoyed every moment of love that we shared. He suffered from congestive heart failure during the last few weeks of his time on earth and Shadow crossed over the Bridge on March 1, 1995 at the age of 15 years. Coincidence or not - Callie was born six days later and I adopted her in July. I like to think it was meant to be.
My Furry Faithful Friend I took a little
dog home that day, I put him down
at my front door A big soft bed
was there for him, All this for me
he seemed to say, He paid me back
a thousand times, We walked a long
and rocky road, I knew my heart
would break, Sometimes I
still hear his little bark, Author:
May I Go Now? May I go now? I've lived my
life and done my best, I didn't want to
go at first, I want to go, I
really do. To give you time
to care for me I'll not be far,
I promise that, Thank you so for
loving me, So hold me now
just one more time Author:
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