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Cowboy
Posted by daniella64 on December 20, 2002 at 11:47:34:
Cowboy did not pass away, he was only a year old when I was kicked out of my home that I had not expected to leave, but alas my mother got remarried and you can imagine what happened. Anyway I found an apartment after being homeless for a few awful weeks, and they said I could have Cowboy (that way the most important issue to me) You see Cowboy is an American Staffordshire Terrier. Well after about three weeks, my neighbors from Pakistan who fear dogs greatly called and complained that I have a mean looking Pit Bull. I got several letters from then on stating that they did not realize Amstaff was the same as Pit Bull and that they don't allow "vicious" breeds...attack of Breed Specific Legislation. They threatened to kickme out many times and finally I knew I had no choice. I gave him to a freind in Heart who found him a great home...now I am here to say goodbye to him, its been almost 6 months and it has been sooo hard on me. Since I can no longer show him off, I will share a bit about this amazing boy with all of you. : ) When I picked him out he was an all white ball of fat with blue ears and a blue spot, he was just staring at me the entire time I was there and I just knew I had to have him, even though I really had set out for an all black pup. We became best friends immediately and Cowboy and I began a rigorous but fun training method. I trained him to be the most obedient dog I have ever raised, even in comparison to my highly intelligent Irish Setter. The differance here, was my favorite trait about his breed, his amazing loyalty to me. Cowboy became a tremendous example for the breed. Before he could be adopted out he went through a sort of boot camp to ensure he was not aggressive, and I got a million comments on how well he was trained and socialized. This dog would sit next to me at teh end of the sidewalk and watch a dog bark and lunge to get to him from across the street, and even without a leash (which I never really did of course) would not leave my side. He was my protector. When I was still at home things were very bad for me and I was often hiding in my room alone with him, and he always seemed to know just how to make me feel better. Thats why it was so hard for me to give him away, I felt like after all he had done for me, I just passed him to someone else. I know, however, that I did what I had to do. He is happy now in a home with three children and a male old fighting pit who according to the owner has been completely mellowed out by my Cowboy. They are inseprable from what I hear: ) And Cowboy sleeps in the youngest boys bed at night. So he is happy : ). I don't know much about the way dogs grieve and how much they remember, does anyone have an idea how he may feel about the transition? Do you think he remembers me still? I will never go see him b/c I am sure I would not be able to leave again, Im crying as I write this. : ) Pets are more than just an animal, they are your friend, Cowboy was my soul mate (as a dog). God bless all of you who have lost pets, its a hard time I know. ; ) Thanks for listening!
Danielle
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