Words To Describe Vada

| Described the dog to have the human emotion of ‘delighted’, which gave the feelings of excitement as well.

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

It was a bright sunny day my family and I just adapted a beautiful lab mixed with a great dane. We were in my mom’s van heading to Petco. My family and I were going to Petco to get all the supplies my new puppy needs. So, we pull in to the parking lot of Petco.

Our blessing isn’t just for us, but for the recovering owner. This duality makes the sacrifice of our time that much more special. The idea of sacrifice, and the concept of fostering has taught me to be more aware of other people. I have broadened my perspective of not what is just good for me, or good for my family, or even friends, but what is good for complete strangers and the world as a whole. I have learned that any good act can be rewarding even if it doesn’t have direct or clear benefits. While fostering this dog, whenever I was brought down by the inevitability of losing him, I pictured his owner overjoyed at seeing this tiny puppy.

A news article published by New York Daily News by Brian Lisis describes the heartbreaking story of a dog who was abandoned by her very own family. The poor dog, Zuzu was abandoned in a Los Angeles county shelter only to see her owner's return, but not to take her back home, but to find a new family dog to replace her. Zuzu’s eyes lit up in excitement and love at the sight her old owners, despite her family not sharing the same interest in retrieving her. One could only imagine the pain of experiencing abandonment in a strange unknown place and overwhelmed feelings of confusion and frightment. The article stated, “‘Their reason was because she was crying and sad since her father passed away.

Maxie came into our lives November 20th, 2013. My sister found her on the side of the road. My dad told us that we couldn’t keep her because we already had too many dogs. We put up signs and uploaded posts on facebook asking if she was anyone’s dog. No one claimed her and she began to grow on everyone. Before long, she was a part of our family. We all loved her and couldn’t imagine our household without her. She was this little blessing that found her way into our house and I will forever be thankful to whoever’s dog she was, for allowing us have two years of joy with her.

This past May, my Grandpa went home to the Lord. Right after the funeral, Grandma received a mail addressed to her. It was a surprise stuffed dog (Homer) from the Habitat for Humanity where Grandpa donated to them. Since then, Grandma have been looking for the exact same one. Today, I introduce the newest member of the Sochacki family--Charlie (tentative name), 8 weeks old, and he is a Cavachon. Already a bundle of joy to all the family!

It was a cold, dreary February morning. Frost was on the grass and chills would run down your paws. Peggy the Poodle was awakened by her mother and told her father was deploying in a few hours. Peggy gathered her thoughts, emotions racing, sleepiness her eyes. Peggy howled out loud in anger as she continued to think about her daddy leaving again for another deployment. Just a yard away, Larry the Labrador was receiving the same information. Howls filled the neighborhood. How would these to puppies deal with sadness?

I’m sure that some of you are thinking,” Oh he is just sad about his dog”. Well you are right, but there is more than just that. My dog, Malea has been with me since I was in kindergarten. She was a gift to me for my promotion. Me, being as pathetic as I am, named her after a girl that I

By now you probably want to know my dog's name, right? His name is Roscoe, and he is a pure breed chocolate Labrador, and he was born on November 2, 2012 in Spokane, Washington. Compared to

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

On July 29, 2016 I drove into the parking lot of a hotel. I felt so many emotions as we pulled up to a lot filled with so many people with smiles on their faces. I was picking up my fourth puppy to raise to someday be a guide dog for somebody visually impaired. I had been assigned a puppy, but I did not know his name. All I had been told was that he was a male yellow lab, and his name started with the letter Y. Naturally, I had put together a list of over 100 name possibilities, and I anxiously awaited to hear what my companion for the next year would be called. Finally, the moment arrived when a small yellow ball emerged from the doors of the puppy truck, a large van used to transport puppies. I could not contain my excitement. He was handed to me as I was told his name. “Yukon.” It was so incredibly beautiful to hold this little being in my arms knowing that

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly