||Deceased, Twelve years old|
||German Shepherd Dog|
||Braidwood, Illinois, USA|
is Xena. She is a German Shepherd from champion bloodlines. She was
a Christmas gift from my son in 1996 after our Doberman had died. She
was an awesome dog and would do just about anything if only you would
throw the ball. She never knew when to quit and we always had to make
her stop. She could open any door or gate with no problem. Xena didn't
like storms and one day when it was storming my teenaged boys took the
cat and dog into the crawl space under the house when the tornado sirens
went off. A couple weeks later during a normal summer thunderstorm, I
came home from work and couldn't find her. I looked everywhere! Finally,
out in the back yard I noticed that the door for the crawl space was
laying down and when I called her name, there she was! I didn't know how
to get her out (the opening was very small and Xena was 105 lbs) I
thought if I told her to get the ball she would come out, but instead
she disappeared under the house and came back with the ball in her mouth.
She loved it enough to save it from the thunder.
Xena was gentle, and loving, and she didn't know she was a dog (we never
told her). She was also protective and very much a tattle-tale. We lost
Xena this spring due to severe arthritis and old age. Her last day was a
good day. We played with the ball. We didn't throw it as far as we used
to, only a few feet, but just as when she was young, she didn't want to
stop and she played for hours. She was loved by everyone that knew her.
She was one in a million. She was my companion and my friend and i miss
her very much. I raised two sons and she was our "Baby Girl" and we will
always remember her.