It is with the saddest of hearts that I let you all know that Bowie, my brave beautiful rescued boy, my heart dog, lost his battle with DCM last night.
Bowie was my first everything - my first personal dog, my first doberman, my first real rescue of my own, my first obedience dog, my first titled dog, my heart dog. Bowie came to me with so many issues and so many problems, but he had so much love to give and so much to bring me.
Bowie was a beautiful dog even with his problems- he had such a soft, beautiful glossy coat, he had the most marvelous natural ears. He had a wonderful sense of humor and such loyalty that I don't know if I will ever know that kind of love again. I will miss him greeting me at the door and coming up and pressing his nose into my chest for 2 minutes, just breathing me in. I will miss his happy little nub wagging all the time when I talk to him - I will miss his play bows, his hoarse bark, I will miss him nudging me to pet him constantly. I will miss my partner in crime, I will miss him sharing my bed with me and watching movies on the couch. I will miss the way he got so overjoyed at the prospect of going ANYWHERE in the car with me. But more than anything - I will just miss him. The house is empty and my heart is broken.
Bowie touched many people with his life, and he was a strong boy. He wasn't the easiest of dogs, and he wasn't the best example of the doberman breed - but he was a fighter. He survived cancer (twice - I got his biopsy back yesterday too, and we got it all), he survived a herniated disk in his neck, he survived an atonic bladder), but after over 2 years, the DCM took my beautiful boy. For a shelter dog with a big bite history, Bowie accomplished more than I could ever have expected, obtaining his RN last year and was entered in shows this month to get his CD and APDT titles. Just two weekends ago we were at a show and go and he was goofing off with his typical sense of humor and I once again marveled at how much I just loved this dog. He was everything I could have ever wanted, and then some.
It has been a tough few days and I regret that Bowie and I did not do more together, but he wasn't feeling well. It is ironic that We cuddled on the couch a mere hour before he left me, we barked at some joggers and gave the cat a heart attack in his typical way. He stood in front of me on the couch and sniffed me up and down, tail wagging and begging me with his soulful eyes for just one more treat. He passed away peacefully on the couch without a sound or a movement, and I noticed soon after he had left me. Five of the best friends that I (or Bowie) could ever ask for came to my house and we all said our goodbyes, and then I took him to the vet school, where he will be cremated and then return to me forever.
Some of you had been blessed to meet my boy - he came with me everywhere and lived life to the fullest. He was happy to lean on anyone no matter where he was, and was generous with his kisses. I know my life will never be the same without him.
Bowie, wait for me.
Bowie was my first everything - my first personal dog, my first doberman, my first real rescue of my own, my first obedience dog, my first titled dog, my heart dog. Bowie came to me with so many issues and so many problems, but he had so much love to give and so much to bring me.
Bowie was a beautiful dog even with his problems- he had such a soft, beautiful glossy coat, he had the most marvelous natural ears. He had a wonderful sense of humor and such loyalty that I don't know if I will ever know that kind of love again. I will miss him greeting me at the door and coming up and pressing his nose into my chest for 2 minutes, just breathing me in. I will miss his happy little nub wagging all the time when I talk to him - I will miss his play bows, his hoarse bark, I will miss him nudging me to pet him constantly. I will miss my partner in crime, I will miss him sharing my bed with me and watching movies on the couch. I will miss the way he got so overjoyed at the prospect of going ANYWHERE in the car with me. But more than anything - I will just miss him. The house is empty and my heart is broken.
Bowie touched many people with his life, and he was a strong boy. He wasn't the easiest of dogs, and he wasn't the best example of the doberman breed - but he was a fighter. He survived cancer (twice - I got his biopsy back yesterday too, and we got it all), he survived a herniated disk in his neck, he survived an atonic bladder), but after over 2 years, the DCM took my beautiful boy. For a shelter dog with a big bite history, Bowie accomplished more than I could ever have expected, obtaining his RN last year and was entered in shows this month to get his CD and APDT titles. Just two weekends ago we were at a show and go and he was goofing off with his typical sense of humor and I once again marveled at how much I just loved this dog. He was everything I could have ever wanted, and then some.
It has been a tough few days and I regret that Bowie and I did not do more together, but he wasn't feeling well. It is ironic that We cuddled on the couch a mere hour before he left me, we barked at some joggers and gave the cat a heart attack in his typical way. He stood in front of me on the couch and sniffed me up and down, tail wagging and begging me with his soulful eyes for just one more treat. He passed away peacefully on the couch without a sound or a movement, and I noticed soon after he had left me. Five of the best friends that I (or Bowie) could ever ask for came to my house and we all said our goodbyes, and then I took him to the vet school, where he will be cremated and then return to me forever.
Some of you had been blessed to meet my boy - he came with me everywhere and lived life to the fullest. He was happy to lean on anyone no matter where he was, and was generous with his kisses. I know my life will never be the same without him.
Bowie, wait for me.
I was readnig your posts about his cancer and his progess and when I saw this I couldn't believe he is gone now. I cried when I read this thread.