Lacie was 11 years old when she died this week. The vet thinks she had a stroke. She was no trouble in life and no trouble in death. Always the quiet girl.
http://photos.yahoo.com/crazyshirley2100 Go here and select Lacie Memorial to see some pictures.
Lacie came to us when she was 8 months old. She was living with a college age girl in an apartment who didn't really understand what a rotty/mastiff puppy would turn into. The first time I met her, I thought oh,no. She was painfully shy. But she stuck in my head. The girl was trying to sell her and I knew she would not 'show' well. I kept seeing her in the pound and knew with her shy ways, she would not be adoptable in that enviroment. So I went back over and asked the girl to leave me alone with her. After about 10 minutes of watching TV quietly with my hand draped casually behind me, I felt a nuzzle. Soon she was right next to me, anxious but looking me in the eye as I gently petted her big old head. I took her home that night and never regretted it.
Although we did go to obedience classes, Lacie never did become a social creature. She was ready to love anyone who would take the time to let her get used to them. She loved all things smaller than herself immediately.
Lacie was a lover of all cats. She lived to sniff a little cat butte. She was really a protector of all creatures in the house. She loved children. My best friend's baby held onto Lacies back while taking his first steps.
The best thing Lacie did was love. I will miss her always.
http://photos.yahoo.com/crazyshirley2100 Go here and select Lacie Memorial to see some pictures.
Lacie came to us when she was 8 months old. She was living with a college age girl in an apartment who didn't really understand what a rotty/mastiff puppy would turn into. The first time I met her, I thought oh,no. She was painfully shy. But she stuck in my head. The girl was trying to sell her and I knew she would not 'show' well. I kept seeing her in the pound and knew with her shy ways, she would not be adoptable in that enviroment. So I went back over and asked the girl to leave me alone with her. After about 10 minutes of watching TV quietly with my hand draped casually behind me, I felt a nuzzle. Soon she was right next to me, anxious but looking me in the eye as I gently petted her big old head. I took her home that night and never regretted it.
Although we did go to obedience classes, Lacie never did become a social creature. She was ready to love anyone who would take the time to let her get used to them. She loved all things smaller than herself immediately.
Lacie was a lover of all cats. She lived to sniff a little cat butte. She was really a protector of all creatures in the house. She loved children. My best friend's baby held onto Lacies back while taking his first steps.
The best thing Lacie did was love. I will miss her always.
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