Wolfgang

I don't even know what I'm doing up this late. 3:40 AM.

I was browsing through my Dad's laptop trying to find some pictures I took of Mickey during the summer but got distracted when I came upon some backup picture files from my Grandma's digital camera. I was going through them, laughing at pictures of myself and my family a few years back until -

I came upon two pictures of Wolfgang. I don't even know who took these. All laughter stopped.. and I had a good cry.

These two pictures were taken when he was 12 or 13. They were taken a few months before Wolfgang's problems started and 11 months and 4 days before we sent him to the Rainbow Bridge.

Rest in peace, Wolfie......I'll see you at the Bridge some day.

http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/3473/wolfgang9hh.jpg

Wolfgang with my sister:
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This was a scanned photo of Wolf with my Aunt.. probably taken the summer we got him; Summer of 1999 when he was 8 years old:
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My biggest regret of all was not saying goodbye. I just walked off to school that morning.. I didn't even say anything to him or see him that morning. I guess I didn't think my parents were really going to take him in. That's a lame excuse if I ever heard one.

Sometimes I question myself about the health problems that occured in the last stages of his life. He was a giveaway in the paper; his military family was going back to Germany and they couldn't take him with. Maybe if I had done more research on care for dogs he could have still been with us or at least stayed around a little longer.

No point in wondering now. It's too late and I'll have to wait until I see him again.

He was a very handsome boy!
(((Hugs)))

Don't blame yourself! It's not your fault. You never knew your parents were going to take him in. But your parents did the right thing. He is much happier and pain free now. R.I.P Wolfgang! You were very loving and handsome:)

Wow, he was a very gorgeous boy! Don't blame yourself. I have a lot of regrets about my first dog, too. I was 9 when Retread died and I didn't play with him much because he was "old and boring". I loved him though, and when he died I realized how awful it was for me to play only with the younger dog. Even though it is a horrible thing to have to go through, I knew when Buttons' time came I had to spend every minute with him, and I'm glad to say I have no regrets with him. Take these things and learn from them.