Conan was the biggest German Shepard I had ever seen. He was my boyfriend’s dog and we met 5 years ago. He was so funny. He was very territorial and was very protective of the things he loved. Conan and I formed a bond that was wonderful. My boyfriend and I moved in together and every time that I would walk through the front door, Conan would jump onto the couch and beg me to pet his belly.
He also was a complete thief. He would always steal my shoes and bring them to his food bowl. He never ate with anyone else’s shoes but mine.
Conan was my buddy. I used to love to take him with me when I would run errands. He loved to ride in the car. Sometimes, he would get loose and when we would look for him, we would bribe him with a car ride. He would jump into the car, all excited to be going for a ride. Then of course, we had to take him for one.
Unfortunately, Conan was a little too territorial and with age he got aggressive. While he was fine with us, he was very unpredictable with strangers, making it impossible for us to have visitors. He was the biggest teddy bear with me but vicious to other people and as time went by, the decision was made to put him to sleep. That decision has haunted me and everyday I ask myself if it was the right one. We tried everything, from training to medication and nothing worked. I miss Conan so much. I miss watching him bark at the thunder outside, watch TV when Animal Planet was on, put his head out the window of the car and I miss seeing him on the couch when I come home.
I hope that my decision was the right one and I hope that wherever Conan is, that he forgives us for ending his life. I sometimes get mad at him for being the way he was. But then I remember how he loved squeaky toys and I laugh.
I miss you Conan and I’m so sorry.
My soupy Conan
| Conan |
| J. Brickwedel |