4 years ago today -
2 days after the world was reeling from the Sept 11 attacks - I woke up to my own nightmare.
My beloved Shaianne - the dog I loved with my heart and soul - that I had for less then 2 short years was called upon to aid the souls that perished in the attacks. I am not belittling the tragedy at all. Thinking that she was needed up there more then I needed her on earth was what got me thru the beginning of the loss.
The blackness of her not being here was almost more then I could stand.
She was the first dog I called my own. She had been in a few homes before I got her. She was found running loose after the local Coon dog trials in my home county. She was beautiful. She was elegant. She was mine. I didn't think I could ever love a dog so much.
When she left me I was convinced that it was b/c I loved her to much - that God was punishing me for loving her too much. I just wanted her back.
It has taken me some time to admit that Keegan is now my soul dog. I felt guilty that that spot belonged only to Shaianne. But there was room in my heart for a lifetime of dogs... Shaianne helped me realize that.
It was Shaianne that opened my heart to Kylie and a love of cats. Funny but true.
I didn't have a digital camera when I had her. And I don't have very many pics of her online either. But I do have 2 pics to share.
http://share.shutterfly.com/action/w...d=9Qas2bFs1bsw
Play hard at the bridge my fancy faced little girl. There are lots of people there to play with you. Including Grandma and Grandpa Tippy.
Mommy loves you and is so proud of you for doing what you did.
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