by Tatiana damon
When I was two years old,i'm am now thirteen,My mother and father took me to the pound to see about getting me a dog.Well,they had only one dog that was on her way to be euthanized when we came.the volanteers let us look at her,a beutiflu germansheperd/weimaraner mix.The volanteer told us that she couldn't be trusted with children.but my mother looked at me and as Dusty was once called,Destany,and said "I think we will take her.sice she seems to do ok with are our daughter."well we brought her home that very afternon.I couldn't keep from pulling on her tail since every time she looked at me she wagged it.She never in her enitre life,except at the end,bite me.instand when I got out of hand she would pull me towards my mother by the sleave or pant leg.She loved me so much that my parents sometimes left me with her as a babysitter.she never let me get far from her hawk vision eyes.She was in some cases my mother with fur.As the years went by she became older and became more and more protective of me.When I was with friends she would be at my side and nip or bark if anybody came to close to her "pup".I never felt safe than when I was with Dusty.When we had to euthanize her from the brain cancer that made her insaine,it was like my own mother died.when the vet put the needle in her forleg she laid her head on my lap and kissed me.She took a deep breath and went to live in and over the Rainbow Bridge.Sometimes I say that my mother went to heaven,some times i say my best friend died.What ever she was she was my "Destony".Even though my parents can't aford an other dog,I still feel like my mother is with me every day.And i hope she is playing with everyother fur child or in my case fur mother in heaven.
Dusty Damon
1982-2002