Our turn. Joy and pain, like sunshine and rain.

Chloe_7_yrs_old_2005

 

Her name is Chloe’ von Musehaus. She was the best. She was amazing to our household.

Chloe’ – Greek name for a German beauty…”rustic beauty”.  In keeping with tradition and with the breeders request, I had to name her with a name that started with a  “C” since she was from the 3rd litter of the bitch. Her name has changed over the years with nicknames the boys have given her. Right now we call her “Poe” for some reason.

She was born in June of 1998 to a fine bloodline. Her Mom was a certified “tracker” – her Dad was a Schutzhund 3 ranked bad ass. I’ve had her since she was 9 weeks old. I trained her for a couple of years with a local group of enthusiasts in “Schutzhund” which means Protection Dog. In Schutzhund, the dogs are put through stringent obedience, tracking and protection drills. It is the standard training for the German Shepherd Dog. Many go on to be search and rescue, and police dogs.

Chloe did well with obedience and bite work, but she was too soft. She was more of a Labrador love hound than protection dog. That’s ok. She’s been the best dog ever to our family and to my two sons and all of their friends.

She’s been through a lot with us in 12 years. Numerous “Marley & Me” moments like raiding the refrigerator and garbage-then throwing it all up, lots of dog sports, camping in the mountains, lots of swimming, sitting on the sidelines watching the boys play soccer, show & tell safety classes to teach children how not to get bitten, violent scraps with other dogs and a couple cats …even a copperhead. In the last few years she started winding down; bad back, bad hips, bad breath…great love.

She is a part of our family DNA. We adore her. She adores us. Just like it’s supposed to be.

February 11, 2011: 12 years, 7 months of love. Over the past few days Chloe’ suddenly started showing signs of listlessness and loss of appetite. Blood work and radiology showed an enlarged heart and mass on her spleen. Doctor recommended we let her go. As you know, that ain’t easy. But we did. 

Rest in peace my friend, my companion, my furry daughter. You were the best. We loved you with all our hearts.

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4 thoughts on “Our turn. Joy and pain, like sunshine and rain.

  1. I got tears in my eyes as I read your story. Hans is my German love, my baby. He is pictured with me in my profile picture. He came because Mandy, my Peek-a-poo, died after after 16 1/4 years with me. I decided to go back to the GSD breed & adopted Hans who was rescued from an abusive back yard breeder, when he was 2 1/2 years old. I can feel your pain because I have felt it before and will feel it again when something happens to my German love, Meine deutschen Liebe.

  2. Pat – Hans is a beauty. Thanks for the kind words (and the German Love).Jim – I know you’re connected to your dogs, and they to your family. They do leave a mark.

  3. Nathan, you said it so well. I feel like we (Benjamin, me and Halli) have shared most of those years with you, Chloe and the boys. It will not be quite the same at your house, but time will help heal the hurt. She will be in all of our hearts forever! Love to you and the boys … and of course Wendy (and Shasta).

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