My english sheepdog,Xea (pronounced Zia)
It has only been 4 months since you left us, but even now as i type the tears flow down my cheek.
She was my first dog, i got her in my early 20's and we grew up together, learning along the way.
She was always there when i needed someone, i was never lonely with her around.
I wish sooo much I was with her that nite, but i had gone out of town and my brother was keeping her. He told me she was
going potty inside his house and i knew there was something wrong. When he took her back to my house, he said she seemed fine. But when I got home latter that nite, i found her still on the floor. She had waited till she got home to pass.
She was just a month away from turning 13. I guess her body finally gave out after a bout with a lung problem and arthritis.
I miss her terribly and Orson was depressed for 2 weeks after she passed. I still see her sleeping in her favorite spot beside my bed.
Just wanted to post this as a Memorial to my beloved Sheepie!!!