My Pomeranian Kaiser(Otto Von Bismarck)died suddenly August 12,2002. He would have been 10 next December. Although in my life there have always been family dogs, Kaiser was special. I know it sounds trite but you see, he was MY dog, the first dog I’d ever acquired for me. That is why I feel his loss almost as intense as the loss of a first love, maybe even more, but I don’t share that with too many humans.
Grandson of champion showdogs on both sides with papers to prove pedigree and lineage, that was my Pom, although I would have loved him no less had that not been the case. Ironically, he was the biggest and strongest of a a litter of five (way too many for Peaches, his mom!),however, sadly the first to die.
I am forever grateful for the decade of joy he brought into my life and am eternally thankful for his patience, as I live alone.
Everyone who knew him praised his alertness, intelligence and beauty but no one celebrated them more than me. He always stood proud, tail coiled and and ears poised ready to protect me from the world with the sharpness of a bark that was way much bigger than he.
Whenever someone asked me if I have any pets, I would always say with pride, “No,I do not…but a Pomeranian has me!”
So, friends of animals who might one day read this, remember that our pets truly have us in more ways than one. Give them, too your inconditional love, celebrate the life they bring to yours and allow yourself the grace to grieve their loss!
Respect, honor and cherish
| Carmen Dieguez |