I will never forget the night of
January18,1998...It was the night that I cradled you in my arms for the last
time,my Rosie-Girl.I stayed up with you all night,crying my eyes out because I
knew our Vet would come to us in the morning and we would have to say good
bye...something we never did during the seven years when we were inseparable.
It all had started so strangely:
My beloved Dober-girl Mandy ,my companion of many
,many years had reached her last stage of sinus cancer.Mandy had come to me
when my daughter went on vacation and asked me if I would babysit her dog.
Well,I did.....for about 7 years.Mandy had decided to stay with me and who was
I to question this decision?We bonded and my daughter was thrilled.(I often
wondered if all of this was planed!)My children knew how much I would miss
Mandy and wanted do something for me that would make it a little easier for me
(they thought)They wanted to get me another Dobie-puppy while Mandy was still
with me.They found Darlene Young and with her ,they found you , my Rosie-Girl.
Darlene came to my house to check me out,check the
property out ,check Mandy out and for me to meet you.Surprise:you were the
first dog,the first Doberman EVER to turn your back on me.You took to my
daughters,but you did not wish to have anything to do with me.Were you already
able then to read my heart that was hurting so very,very badly because
inside,in her bed was my beloved Mandy slowly slipping away from me and here
were you:young and agile and so full of life !
After Mandy's death it was clear to me that I could
not keep mourning to the degree I did.....I desperately needed another Dobie to
love.....and I thought I wa ready for you.I WAS NOT.You knew it-but I did
not.And so you punished me:when I came home from work,you stood by the door
telling me in YOUR way how you felt about my mourning ,by not letting me into
the house,growling,hackles up.You would not come into my bedroom,you growled at
Mandy's ashes and at her picture on my nightstand .But the last straw came when
you decided that my 5 day old ,wall to wall,white Berber rug had to be
destroyed to REALLY punish me.(You "pooped "a pattern on it from side to
side....the full length and you had fun doing it RIGHT under my nose!!! (It
could not be cleaned,had to be hauled off ) I packed you up and back to Darlene
we went.After all:I wanted love-not sh.. !
I dropped you off,Darlene was very understanding
and I drove off ---one block that is !!This overpowering emotion came over
me.....I had to get you back....My mourning was still very deep but you
suddenly had the foremost importance in my life.As I rang Darlene's
doorbell,there you were,wagging that little stump of yours at me for the FIRST
time .We never parted again !! (Darlene:you were smiling when I came back-you
knew I would,didn't you?!!) I had come to terms with my sorrow and you ,my
Rosie Girl, knew it was time to start new.You became my soul mate,my best ,my
very best friend.You NEVER let me out of your sight.You knew when I was sad or
happy.We knew each other so well....I loved you so and I miss you,miss you
,miss you ! You would be happy for me if you could see my playful "Baby-Girl"
LaRue (Montwoods LaRue Diamond Crest) I knew you
had something do do with sending her my way when she stuck her cold little
black puppy nose into my hand the second she met me - not to leave my side
again ! The beds that you had all over the house are occupied again and she
tries really hard to be a good watch dog (with toy in mouth !!) like you were.
She is the sweetest,most affectionate,playful little Dober "klutz"one could
wish for and I and all of us love her very ,very much. There will never be
another Volushka,Never another Mandy.Never another Rosie or another LaRue.But
In my heart there is a spot that is permanently closed for access:It belongs to
you my Rosie-Girl. (Darlene,I can never stop thanking you for allowing me to
share my life with Rosie)
Good bye,Irish Rose
Good bye dearest
friend.
My love will be with you
'till I meet my end.
Rose's Mom, Gitti (Brigitte) Hall San
Jose,CA
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