by Stephy Thompson
Jefferson Weaver was born on Christmas Day 1987. His father was our AKC Sheltie, Scottie of Rippling Lawns Weaver. His mother was our neighbor's Lhasa Apso named Fancy.
The day before he was born we toured Monticello and were very impressed. Upon coming home, we learned of our new puppy and named him Jefferson. Jeffy was a normal puppy, and well taught by his father who was later killed by a psycho driver in 1988. Jeffy developed health problems by age 2. His ear drums had to be removed because they were too large for his ear canals. Just as he was getting used to deafness, he developed arthritis.
But none of that mattered to him. All he wanted was to be close to his humans. He'd follow any of us around the house. He grew more arthritic and got "bowed" legs. But he just loved life and his people. He would get up for his cheese (with his meds hidden inside) precisely at 9:00 pm even if one of us humans forgot.
About 6 months ago, his back legs gave out. Dad would carry him outside to potty. He bounced back. But 2 weeks ago, it happened again. He would bark and cry until someone carried him outside to potty. He NEVER messed in the house no matter what. He didn't bounce back this time. Dad let him pass on July 11, 2003.
The doggie I loved since I was 14 is now young again. He can hear and he can run. But, I miss him so terribly, it hurts.