Shelby: Dec. 1993 – February 2012
The Perfect Companion
I found an angel February 14, 1994 – a six week pup the size of my palm whom I named Shelby. The two of us had an immediate bond and our hearts were attached to very the end. Shelby was the only real constant in my life during the last 18 years...she was my anchor and I was hers.
We hiked many, many mountain trails together (those tiny legs didn’t slow her down), traveled the open road, had numerous adventures, and watched myriad people pass through our lives as we journeyed forward together.
Shelby was my family and the only relationship I truly trusted, which made it the most cherished one in my life. Whenever I counted my blessings, she was number one, and she was a daily reminder of how much someone up there must love me to send me such a gift.
Shelby was a little Buddha dog who exuded joy and love and who was always living in the moment. We could all learn a lot from her boundless spirit and carefree nature. I shall never forget the lessons she taught me, the joy she brought to all who knew her, and the countless love-filled memories we had together.
Shelby, I hope you are chasing butterflies and squirrels again, running along the hills, and that your crippled aging body is no longer slowing down your amazing spirit.
I know I did right by you in the end, even though a part of me died with you. You are my heart, Shelby, and my love for you, little girl, is absolute! Thank you for bestowing the gift of you in my life.
"The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master." ~Ben Hur Lampman