You came into my life when you were seven years old and left me at age ten and a half. I knew my time would be limited with you, but welcomed you into my home and my heart.
You quickly became my best friend, sleeping next to me on my bed (you would not have it any other way!), accompanying me at work where you would jump on the exam tables to the delight of my patients, and preferring to wait in my comfort-controlled car (Tesla on “dog mode”) rather being at home in bed just so you could keep an eye on me.
You came into my life at a time of stress having an ex-wife that left the home, me and Jordan (my son for those who do not know us) at that exact time. I tell my patients you preferred it that way so you could have that half of the bed! After your passing, Jordan pointed out how important you were to both of us. We not only rescued you, but you rescued us…
It is with great sadness, yet wonderful feelings, that I write this in your honor. I still weep over your absence, missing your love and devotion daily. I would like to say it is getting easier, but so far, 6 weeks later, it feels like yesterday that you had your last slice of pizza from the kitchen where you would hang out for office workers to sneak you food. Ironically you developed cancer when owned by a cancer doctor. As you know I did everything in my power to get you the best treatment, but in the end it was clear that the cancer had won the war. You were at peace with your loved ones surrounding and mourning at your passing.
I told the wonderful Weimaraner Rescue how lucky I was to have found you and let them know of your moving on to dog heaven. I told them someday perhaps I would adopt another boy, but was not ready just yet. However, a healthy 18-month-old boy, Cooper, needed a home just two weeks later and he is so far a wonderful spirit that you would approve of. No being, not just dog, could ever replace the love we shared, the quick look you would give to let me know what you wanted, whether it be a walk or a snack, accompanied by a pawing at the door or refrigerator to emphasize your desires. We had a connection that cannot be broken as I will remember and cherish all our time together. As I write this and tears flow down my cheeks, Cooper put his head in my lap, sensing my sadness. I am sure you do not mind since you are not here to comfort me.
To those reading this, it might seem you would not want to put yourself through the pain of adopting an older dog, but he has changed my life for the better and only wish I had more time with my boy. Thank you to all that made it happen for me.
Dr. Sherman
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