I haves a sad true story that happened to me. I was around 9 or ten when I was outside playing and this german shepherd walks up to the very end of our driveway and stares at me. I panicked and ran inside, telling mom there was a dog, and when dad came home it was still there watching me from outside. It would be sometimes every other day or sometimes every other week that this german shepherd would come and visit me, never crossing the line between me and my neighbor's driveway. Until a few Months later my uncle who was friends with the owners of this dog a long time ago, came in winter to help with pipe problems (he flew all the way from Hawaii to visit us, this was his house we watched for him), and mom told me" go to the bathroom now, cuz were shutting off the pipes." 15 min later: ' Mom I have to pee!!" So my uncle took me to the neighbor's house and I asked to go to the bathroom, which was super embarrassing. When I came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs my uncle was Talking with the two older ladies that he was fiends with before I was born, and I looked down to see the same german shepherd at my feet licking my hand. I asked if it was okay to pet him and they said yes, his name is Dusty. I pet that dog and it was immediately clear to me and this dog we loved eachother. My mom let me stay at the neighbor's house and play with the dog until the pipes were fixed, which took a few hours. I got really well aquainted with these two old ladies who loved having
Me as company. I absolutely fell in love with that dog though, and I could have sworn that dog knew what I was thinking, He (no exaggeration whatsoever) had never been yelled, hit, or taught anything, but he knew that when the neighbors said "Go find Hayven." Dusty would come running, sniffing me out. Mom let me go back there a week later with my doxen Kevin. Dusty also learned from that day on that when I said "Go find Kev!" He needed to bring her back. I had grown extremely fond of these Neighbors and their dog Dusty, who as usual when he wanted me to come over, would watch me and bark from the fence or come up to the edge of the driveway and give me the puppy dog eyes. I visited these two women and their dog at least twice every week. This went on for about a year, and we were almost ready to move. It was a snowy winter day like when I'd first met Dusty, and the neighbor came up to my house and asked my mom if I could come over. She was in tears, which made me curious. A week Before this day, I noticed Dusty wasn't eating, even when I fed him. He would get tired more easily and lay his head on my lap, and I was worried sick. As my neighbor walked me through the snow, arm around me, and in tears, her voice shaky, she told e the orrible news. The dog I'd loved, who knew me more than I did. Who never hesitated to give me those huge puppy kisses, had died. I slowly tried to hold back tears but it was too much. I treasure now, the last time I got to hug that dog, and tell Him I loved him. I went to where they buried him and cried so hard for several hours I cried straight (I promise this story is true, and I'm crying as I write this.) Until my neighbors gave me a picture of Dusty, me, and Kevin playing with a stick in the yard. And it was n a frame that said, "Some come into our lives and quickly go, leaving nothing. But some come into our lives, and leave footprints on our hearts. I will never forget that german shepherd face full of life as he bounded up to me
Rest in peace Dusty. ♥ This true story is dedicated to dogs and dog owners like Dusty and me everywhere, who have had loyal friendships with their canine companions. There is never a time when I think of Dusty that I don't miss him. Thanks for reading.