It all started before I was born my Dad brought home a dog he
felt sorry for as it was a stray. He took it to the vet and the
vet said it a been beaten by a hammer and kicked.
But that didn’t stop Whisper she hung in there.
So up on the stairs was a black ball of fur. Of course my Mom
was not to thrilled. A couple years later I grew attached to Whisper,
we were like best friends. Years and years passed Whisper
was now 16 (human age’s) when we discovered something wrong.
She would no longer run all over the place She would stagger just
to get up the stairs. It took her a long time just to finally sit down.
My Mom had sent me to Dorion Bible camp (fun and games)
for some reason.
Although I new something was going to happen to Whisper,
I tried to forget about it. The 2 long week’s at Dorion Bile camp passed,
my Mom and Dad came to pick me up with sad faces.
I asked “well what about Whisper?” ……..
“Travis we will talk in the car”.
Of course they had put Whisper down it turns out she was
bleeding in the stomach. I guess it was for the best.
She was 16 years in human age and a 112 in doggy years.
So try to spend every moment possible with your pet’s!
They don’t live forever…
Travis
| Whisper |