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Roger was my first Foster Failure as an APB foster mom. (forgive me, this will be long)
However with Roger, the tables were turned. He wanted me, not vice versa. Of course I loved this little Mill Dog, but he was 'just a foster'…in the beginning.
He turned those tables on me in January of 2001. Roger was a special dog, being a Mill dog, he had his 'problems', but nothing I was sure any
adopter wouldn’t work thru, as his personality was very worth it. He was adopted out, to a very loving home…and was
returned…he didn’t like it there, we knew that. We tried again, with an experienced wire owner…he didn’t like it there either. I asked for advice from my APB Board Member and I was told 'well, we put him down or you keep him" and voila…Roger had won that battle,
after all, what would we do with a dog that didn’t like anyone? Roger won every battle, no longer was I 'allowed' to foster boy dogs, unless it was a baby, Roger wouldn’t tolerate another Male in HIS house, but the more girl dogs the merrier for him. He was the ruler of this roost for sure, even when I had a human man move in, he told him off. Roger bit him and told him that Roger made the rules,
no one else.
Roger was my soul mate, a kindred spirit, we were in sync. He was my Little Man, and I was HIS Momma. I was the first home he knew, and lucky for me, the only. Being fresh out of the Puppy Mill. Yes, he was a strange bird, but he was the best one on the planet. Roger didn’t like strangers for years, he didn’t like
thunderstorms, fly swatters or vacuums, any loud noise would send him running, I couldn’t even mow the lawn for the first year without scaring him. But when he wasn’t scared he was the best dog around. He was MY dog. He was just the best a girl could ever ask for.
Sadly Roger left me suddenly and very unexpectedly on October 5, 2005, just a month shy of having him 4 great, great years.
Roger went everywhere with me, he'd been to Canada, Pennsylvania, S. Carolina and everywhere in between. Roger is remembered by so many. So many Wire Owners and even just friends and family who had the pleasure of meeting him. Roger got over his fear of people, because he met so many kind souls along our many rides. I don’t care how many dogs I will have in my life, Roger was MY Dog. My Traveling buddy, My Walking buddy, My Snugglying Buddy, My talking Buddy, My Baby Boy.
My Greatest fear is that I will forget some of the things we did, the way he acted, the way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he looked at me with those eyes, those eyes that said "you are all that matters mom". No matter how long I write this, I can never explain how much this little Man meant to me.
So, in closing, I ask you Roger, Please, stay with me always. Don’t ever go away, even if I can't have you in my hands, I want to hold you close in my heart forever and ever.
I love you baby. I miss you something terrible.
Love you always,
Momma (Jamie)
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