Dear Yotrout,
It's funny how dogs get inside you isn't it? You lose one and you tell yourself you don't want to go through that again and the next thing you know you are setting yourself up to repeat the process.
My Sidney was still alive and seemed to be fine during the early winter of 2004-2005. Every day when I came home from work the goofy long legged dog next door came and leaned over the fence whining until I came to pet her. The neighbor could be in his yard with her and his other dog and the goofy one would run away from them to see me.
I had Sidney put down on January 15, 2005. She had been acting kind of funny for a week or two and that Saturday morning she was unresponsive. I literally thought she was going to die right before my eyes so I rushed her to the vet's to find out she was bleeding internally and riddled with cancer. To say I was devastated would be putting it mildy.
I'm reluctant to say this, but as luck would have it, my neighbor's two dogs got in a big fight one day when he wasn't home and his wife said one of them had to go.
He advertised the goofy one as "free dog to good" home and even went as far as driving to deliver her to to someone but that person never answered the door when he got there with the dog.
Finally at the end of January he brought the subject up with me and asked me if I might be interested? I told him thank you but I can't accept your dog. He said, "Why not, she's more attached to you than she is to me or my family?" So I took her home for the night and she never left my house.
I still miss Sidney but I got one hell of a dog in my goofy girl Avalon.
Regards,
Tim Murphy