Zero, My Hero
On 12/4/07 my life changed forever. I had no idea what I was getting myself into 7 weeks later when I brought this tiny, silver, blue eyed tornado of a Weimaraner puppy home. Zero was an awful puppy. He was happy and loved everyone, but he was seriously the naughtiest puppy I'd ever seen. Destruction and crying seemed to follow him around. He just didn't have a slow speed. Fast forward was all he could do. Family visits didn't last long for a year or so. My other dog wanted to kill him. My Mom hated him. My niece and nephews were afraid of him. He wasn't mean, just wild.
Around his 1st birthday, he started to slow down a little. I started to see the dog I'd always wanted emerging. All the training and hard work were paying off. Finally. That year was exhausting! About 6 months later, I overheard my mom talking to him, hugging him and saying what a good boy he had become!!! Hell had frozen over! From then on, everyone who met him fell in love with him and those that knew him wanted to spend time with him!
By the time he turned 3, he was the best, most loving, happy, and sensitive dog. He was my kid, and I was his Mama Bear. Life with Zero was good.
On June 9, 2011, Zero became very ill. His vet was out of town so I rushed him to the nearest Vet ER. After emergency surgery, plasma transfusions, and 3 days in intensive care, he wasn't going to recover.
I made the hardest decision of my life and at 1 pm, Monday June 13, 2011, my Zero died peacefully in my arms. I miss him more with every passing day and I would give anything to have just one more good day with him.
Z, I love you.