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It
was Thanksgiving, 1995 and Larry and I were at my nephew's
house for dinner. He and his wife had just gotten a puppy,
very very cute and playful. His name was Tacoma and he was
an Australian Shepherd. I spent most of the time that day
visiting and playing with the dog. For the next week, I told
Larry that I wanted a puppy. When my thinking started to clear
a few days later, I told Larry that I was just being emotional,
I really didn't think that we should get a dog. I then forgot
about it until December 22. Just 3 days until Christmas and
Larry was an hour late getting home from work. I was downstairs
watching TV when Larry came home that night. It was about
7 p.m. and he was carrying a box. He set it down on the kitchen
stool, and called for me to come up to the kitchen. I peeked
over the edge of the box, and there looking up at me was the
cutest creature I have ever (even to this day) set my eyes
on. Larry knew of my affinity for polar bears. The little
Samoyed puppy sitting in that box looked like a baby polar
bear -- white and fuzzy, and absolutely adorable. And she
was scared to death. we spent much of our first couple days
together getting her out from under the coffee table, the
dining room table, the cedar trees, anything and everything.
After she started settling in, she became my girl, my companion,
my very best friend.
Although
a bit on the neurotic side, Aggie was quite maternal. She
helped nurture Zoey's puppies like they were her own. Aggie
loved going places, as long as it didn't involve the car.
She hated the car and everything associated with the car.
Not Thunder Mountain, PetSmart, or even going to Diamonds
in the Ruff was a good enough reason to get into the car.
Aggie taught me everything I know about grooming dogs. She
loved to be brushed, and being a Sammy, well you pretty much
get brushed every day. All of the other dogs and cats at my
house had the world's cleanest ears. Aggie would groom everybody's
ears for them, and they really loved it, yes, even the cats.
She was the only dog at my house to run out in the backyard
and bark at the thunder and lightning. The Huskies were all
hiding in the house under the bed. Aggie passed her Delta
Certification Test to become a Pet Therapy Dog in the Summer
of 2000. We went to Mission Ridge Assisted Living many times
to visit the residents. They loved her. Those visits were
as beneficial for her as they were for the residents. They
really brought her out of her shell and gave her quite the
boost of self confidence. She was especially cute when we
were there Trick or Treating with some other dogs. Aggie got
to wear some wings that day. She was such a pretty fluffy
white angel. That is what I think she is now -- my fluffy
angel. She was still so young when she left us, and her being
a part of my life has enriched it forever, and I know she
has also done the same for my husband. We both miss her so
much. The cats and the other dogs at my house miss her too.
The world seems smaller now. We were so fortunate to have
her in our lives for the short time that was ours together.
I know she felt love. I know she still feels it. I feel it
from her.
-Cathy
Fox
.Instructor, Diamonds
in the Ruff
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