Oh my heart goes out to you! I cried with you after reading that you lost Mavis! I am so sorry. I asked the Lord above to be with you as this time of sorrow. I will pray for you also.. You were a loving owner for Mavis and I am sure that the memories of your time together will comfort you in the days, weeks, and years to come.
Mavis 7/28/98--1/8/06
Mavis died last night. I buried her this morning.
She was the best dog ever, and the best friend a guy could ask for.
I think she had a heart attack. I heard her howl from the other room, I rushed over to her just in time to catch her last shallow breaths. Then she was gone. It all happened so quick. She was only three weeks shy of turning 7 1/2.
We had spent the morning sitting together on the couch, watching football. Later in the afternoon we went to the Dog Park so she could play with her pals. We had been home only an hour or so before it was her time to go.
She was the perfect dog, smart and pretty. She was a good ambassador for the breed. At the Dog Park she always spent as much time being petted by strangers as she did playing with her dog friends.
I was lucky, I was able to be with her 24-7 for the brief time she was with me. I got her on June 28, 1999, so I got to share a little more than 6 1/2 years with her. Her favorite thing in the world was going to the Mountains for a day of hiking. That's also my favorite thing to do. All those miles of all those hikes all went by way too fast.
I remember how proud I was of her every morning when she carried the newspaper all the way up the driveway and laid it down so gently on my doorstep, asking nothing for her service except a pat on the head and a chance to do her job.
I remember how proud I was when complete strangers told me what a beautiful dog I had.
I remember how proud of her I was every time she learned a new trick, and how proud she was of herself, too.
From the time she woke up in the morning, to the time I tucked her in bed at night, she knew she was loved. I knew I was loved, too.
Please do me and Mavis a favor. Give your Dobies a little extra loving after you finish reading this, do it for us. Because you never know when your best friend will be called home, but when ever it is, it will be way too soon.
I kind of wonder, when we were sitting on the couch together, watching the games, when she was looking up at me like I was her biggest hero, if maybe she was saying "I won't be here much longer, but I sure like being with you!"
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Mavis 7/28/98--1/8/06
God Bless My Beautiful Girl
She was the best dog ever, and the best friend a guy could ask for.
I think she had a heart attack. I heard her howl from the other room, I rushed over to her just in time to catch her last shallow breaths. Then she was gone. It all happened so quick. She was only three weeks shy of turning 7 1/2.
We had spent the morning sitting together on the couch, watching football. Later in the afternoon we went to the Dog Park so she could play with her pals. We had been home only an hour or so before it was her time to go.
She was the perfect dog, smart and pretty. She was a good ambassador for the breed. At the Dog Park she always spent as much time being petted by strangers as she did playing with her dog friends.
I was lucky, I was able to be with her 24-7 for the brief time she was with me. I got her on June 28, 1999, so I got to share a little more than 6 1/2 years with her. Her favorite thing in the world was going to the Mountains for a day of hiking. That's also my favorite thing to do. All those miles of all those hikes all went by way too fast.
I remember how proud I was of her every morning when she carried the newspaper all the way up the driveway and laid it down so gently on my doorstep, asking nothing for her service except a pat on the head and a chance to do her job.
I remember how proud I was when complete strangers told me what a beautiful dog I had.
I remember how proud of her I was every time she learned a new trick, and how proud she was of herself, too.
From the time she woke up in the morning, to the time I tucked her in bed at night, she knew she was loved. I knew I was loved, too.
Please do me and Mavis a favor. Give your Dobies a little extra loving after you finish reading this, do it for us. Because you never know when your best friend will be called home, but when ever it is, it will be way too soon.
I kind of wonder, when we were sitting on the couch together, watching the games, when she was looking up at me like I was her biggest hero, if maybe she was saying "I won't be here much longer, but I sure like being with you!"
Mavis 7/28/98--1/8/06
God Bless My Beautiful Girl
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Im so sorry...Ill always remember that post "Mavis at the Dogpark" I get so sad about dogs when they pass on that I don't know if I should have them. But the love of my dogs make it worthwhile. I hear so many different ages for Dobermans "lifespan"...that it scares me not to know when. sometimes I hear some that live till 12...sometimes I hear 2...sometimes in between...Mavis looks so happy there at the dog park! She is lucky that she got to experience life through the fullest and go hiking and got to be with you all the time etc...I know it takes me sooo long to get over stuff like that! so take your time
Thank You to everyone. Thanks for your kind words and thoughts, and thank you for your prayers. It's all very much appreciated. I was at the Vet Tuesday with my Cat, Buford-Terror of the Rats, and she said she would keep her eyes open for a Dobie pup in need of a home. I like this Vet because she has Dobies too. She said what happened to Mavis happened to one of her Dobies a few years back. Her Dobie was younger than Mavis, and to make things worse, she was out-of-town at the time. In her experience it's the Dobies with big chests that sometimes have problems with their hearts, and when it happens, it's right out of the blue; no warning. Just like some people. As you can see from some of our pics, Mavis was all-chest. Today I took my other 3 dogs to the Dog Park, and people I didn't even recognize asked where Mavis was. They asked about her by name. I guess she made a real good impression on people. I thought I would leave you with a photo of Mavis at work. Our driveway is a measured quarter-mile, and the paper-boy drops the paper at the very end of it, so Mavis had to really haul the mail every morning! This pic was taken on a Sunday morning, and on Sundays, the L.A. Times puts out a rather large paper. I always thought that was the naetest thing, watching her bring in the paper, especially on Sundays. Before you know it, I'll be posting questions on the Puppy Forum.
Thanks again everybody.
Chaz
Oh gosh I'm so sorry for your loss I just lost my cat yesterday. So I kinda know what you're dealing with. At least on the same level as losing a loved animal.
I will keep you and mavis in my prayer's It's not easy. But just remembering all the fun and love you shared is a big reward
She's a beautiful dobe....and I can really tell you're very proud of her
I just lost my cat yesterday. So I kinda know what you're dealing with. At least on the same level as losing a loved animal.I will keep you and mavis in my prayer's It's not easy. But just remembering all the fun and love you shared is a big reward
She's a beautiful dobe....and I can really tell you're very proud of her
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