posted on Oct, 18 2009 @ 02:28 PM
You have nothing but my deepest sympathy. Believe me, like so many others here on this thread, I can truly empathize. I've had many pets -- dogs
and cats -- that have meant the world to me. But like your "Keller", I've had a special dog, "Tara" that will also hold a place that will remain
dear to my heart.
The first time I laid eyes on Tara was when my wife (at that time) brought her home from work. Carol was the "Kennel-Master" at the local Humane
Society and Tara was a special case. Tara had been badly burned on her side. Someone had poured hot oil on her. It may have been an accident but
instead of taking her to a vet, the owner had simply locked the injured animal into the garage. Three days of incessant barking and howling caused
the neighbors to alert the Humane Society. I don't know what sort of fine the owners received but I was certain that it was not enough. Needless to
say, the dog was removed from their home.
Anyway, the dog was treated for the burn. It was quite large....a lightning bolt shaped scar about the size of a couple of paperback books laid end
to end. Considering that this dog was a golden retriever + terrier cross, it was a considerable burn. Fortunately, it was healing well physically
but emotionally it was, well, insane! It was going to be put down if it could not be socialized. It responded well enough to my wife and the other
care-givers at the shelter but it literally went berserk at the sight of a man.
At the time, I was home on long-term disability from work due to an injury so
my ex thought that since I was "good with animals it was a perfect opportunity for me to give it a try. Well, I tried and I tried. You name
it....I tried it and by the end of the week I was no further ahead than when I had started. Tn fact, the dog probably hated me even more. Of course,
the fact that I had to clean the wound three times a day didn't help matters either. It probably hurt her considerably. Nevertheless, things
didn't look for Tara and, regrettably, it seemed that she was going to be put down after the weekend.
Saturday nights I love watching Hockey Night in Canada.....typically I order a pizza, sit back with a couple of beers and watch Toronto Maple Leafs
lose to whoever they happen to be playing. It's great entertainment for a Red Wings fan. This night, Tara seemed to be rather quiet....she was
showing a great deal of interest in the pizza. Normally, through the week, whenever I looked over at her, she would growl, tonight she looked at me
and her tail wagged. You didn't have to nudge me to give the cue. This was my "in". By the second period, the dog was on the couch with me
eating pepperoni and gnawing on pizza crusts. After that.....she was "my" dog for twelve years.
Tara and I were inseparable. She went everywhere with me. Her favorite thing was going for car rides. I'd be driving, of course....her job would
be to navigate...which she did from the passenger seat....her head out the window...mouth open...tongue hanging out...ears flying. She was my
buddy. There's nothing like the friendship of a dog. They say that a dog is a man's best friend. Truer words were probably never spoken.
[edit on 10/18/2009 by benevolent tyrant]