Here is my tribute to the life of my beloved. Most of you on this board did not know him. Mercury was my first Doberman. Totally BYB with a Yoda ear crop. Named after Freddie Mercury, because the Queen song "Best Friend" was playing on the radio when I drove home with the little guy. He was 5 weeks old, way too young. Sickly, full of coccidia and had rickets. I brought him home and never looked back. He was there during my horrible divorce, my only friend, kissing my tears away at night.
Unfortunately, I do not have a scanner to post some of his baby pictures. These are mostly from the prime of his life. The last couple being his older years. I did not take any of him while he was in end stage CHF. He was a dignified dog, and I wanted him remembered that way.
Mercury was a bedhog. Slept with me and later me and my current hubby till his last day.
Although he was a more serious dog, he had a sense of humor and was always coming up with something new. When he laid on his back he was throwing a tantrum. That closet had his toys in it.
He was also a supreme dirt nozzler and mole hunter.
He was also a proud fellow at times.. could be a bit arrogant and full of himself.
He was a wonderful agility partner and awesome worker.
I regret that we did not ever get any good bitework pictures as he was fierce. This teeny picture was taken in Colorado at the 2000 UDC nationals. We were practicing with the club after the trial.
He was a wonderful puppy raising dog. He loved Aubrey from the day I brought her home.
We traveled everywhere together. These 2 pics are him playing in Crystal River Florida, in the River itself.
And finally, our last Christmas. He got to go "home" to mom and dad's one last time before he passed. It was bittersweet, as he was only given 2 weeks to live after diagnosis, but was still hanging in there in December.
This is only a brief summary of the wonderful life we had together. I miss him every day, and continue to mourn from time to time. I have never experienced such pain. I am glad I could be there for him in the end. It took EVERY ounce of strength I had to hold him as he slowly passed to the other side. I rubbed his velvet ears, and kissed his velvet cheek.. and kept telling him I loved him and was so sorry I was doing this. I felt like I was letting the doctors kill him, even though I knew he was suffering, and only hanging on for me. There will never be another like him.
"He was my north, my south, my east, my west,
my working week and my Sunday rest. My noon,
my midnight, my talk, my song. I thought love could
last forever, but I was wrong. The stars are not wanted
now, put out every one. Pack up the moon and dismantle
the sun. Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, for
nothing ever now can come to any good."
W.H Auden from "Funeral Blues"
I love you angel
08-27-1996 - 05-03-2007
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