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Shelley
This is our super-dog Shelley. She really was beautiful, inside and
out. My husband James and I adopted her when I was about two months
pregnant; we had just finished our backyard to make it suitable for
a dog and we could hardly wait. I picked five dogs to "interview" at
the Humane Society in Bellevue, and Shelley was the first of the
five. By the time I got to number four, I already knew she was the
one. We were told she was nine years old when we adopted her and
that she had arthritis in both hind legs. I didn't care.
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She developed some naughty habits while in the shelter though. She'd
only growl at me, never James, when I'd take away a toy, or at
feeding time. But with practice and patience and positive
reinforcement she learned quickly. We gave her a new knee and a
loving home. In return she gave us so much more. We only had her a
little over two and a half years. She was a totally nervous new mom
when we brought Francesca home from the hospital but she eventually
became a great big sister. She totally protected her and didn't mind
when she crawled on her. She'd take food ever so gently when
Francesca would dangle it in her hand for her. She started limping
about three weeks before we put her down. We thought it was a
possible sprain and waited for her to get better. She didn't. We
took her to our vet who then sent us to a surgeon. It was bone
cancer that had spread to her lungs. She was in horrible pain. Even
with amputation and chemo we could not have saved her. It was an
extremely difficult decision to make, something I still struggle
with. If we could have cured her, we'd have done everything. It is
amazing how much she enriched our lives in the short time we had
her. I still miss her every day.
Nicole S.
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Revised
Jan. 16, 2007
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