March 20, 2008
Dear Peggy and Pet Rescue North,
Early in 1995, 1 came to your shelter looking for a golden retriever type dog
to add to my family. I was looking for a dog to play ball and be a friend to my three young boys.
After looking around the shelter area and not really seeing what I was looking
for, Peggy remembered that there was a dog in a foster home that might be right. The dog was a flat-coated
retriever mix (she looked like a golden, but was black) and she had just finished weaning a litter of puppies.
The beginning of Shelby's life with us was
a little rocky the first six months or so. She loved the boys and played with them, but she also loved
all the boys’ action figures. Shelby killed more than a few teenage mutant ninja turtles.
If anything was missing I learned to check under my bed, it was her own private stash of treasures. However,
the boys could never be upset with her for very long. She would shower them with kisses as they stood before
her holding a mutilated action figure. I told the boys Shelby was trying to teach them to pick up after
themselves; she was a mother dog after all. There were a few other items she left her mark upon, a recliner
chair that for whatever reason she ate and a large hole in the wall, but we chalked it up to her still being a young dog and
we loved her through it all.
As time passed she filled
out, her hair grew long and shinny and she became a very important member of our family. She loved our
Sheltie and even drew him out to play with her and the boys, and I believe that he lived a longer happier life because of
Shelby remained a mother
her entire life; kittens were her favorite. Over the years she mothered many a kitten. She was a big dog,
yet she could be so gentle with the tiniest kitten. Shelby was the best kitten washer ever.
One cat we have thought Shelby was her personal bed. The cat would climb onto Shelby's back
and knead it and then would curl up and go to sleep.
in November, Shelby’s health began to fail, and we knew it was time to say goodbye to our beloved dog. To
me, Shelby was like my best girlfriend, always there. I could tell her anything and she would listen.
She couldn't speak with words but her eyes always spoke to me.
My boys are now 20, 17 and 14. We all miss Shelby so much. In my
mind, my kids had the best dog a kid could have.
says that you don't have perfect dogs, no Lassie or Rin Tin Tin. I beg to differ. I got the perfect
dog from your shelter. Rescue dogs can be anything you want them to be. It just takes time and effort on
the new owner's part.
just wanted to take time out and thank you and your group of hard working people for giving me the opportunity to adopt a
wonderful, loving lifelong companion from you shelter. Shelby will always be in our hearts.
Thank you, Kerri