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Snow was on "the row" at the Humane
Society that cold bleak day just before Christmas of 1976. The other dogs were huddled in the back of their pens or barking in frustration. Snow walked up to me quietly and looked me in the eye. A tentative wag, as if to say" You look like a nice person. Don't suppose there's much chance of you taking me out of here?" Well, I knew she was the one for us. She wanted nothing to do with a leash. I believe she had been abused and was afraid of it. Snow came home with us and gave us fourteen years of love and companionship. She finally went blind in her last year of life but could still find her way to the door and down the stairs. She would be standing by the door every night when I came home from work--just waiting for a hug and lovings. The vet helped her make her transition in February of 1991 when she was fifteen and suffering. She was buried under the dogwood tree and all white flowers and shrubs were planted nearby in her honor. I like to think that she is well and happy on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge. |
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