September 1994 was a sad month I lost my female half poodle to cancer. I cried... a lot.
My father tried to cheer me up by saying stuff like “I’m going for a walk with the dog”... I worked for a while.
Then in December the same year happiness entered my world, my grandfather found a small German Shepard(ish) cub. We named him Napi from a dog food commercial that was on in that time. He was young, hungry and sick… he looked like he was dragged to hell and back, but we took him in and we took care of him and soon he became a part of the family like any other member. He was playful and full of energy. I think I found some old cute photos of him so I’ll submit them soon.
Then… three years ago he was hit by a car his back right leg was hurt and from that day he limped.
In the mean time his heart overgrew pressing his lungs… he had some troubles breathing correctly… it all went downhill from now on. He didn’t move much and in the past months he began to manure himself.
We euthanized him yesterday… And I am sad again.
Napi... son, brother friend... Best of luck on your journey to the next life.