Everyone has a first love, someone, or something, that they will never forget and that shaped them in some way. Most people it’s a person, for some of us, it’s an animal. I have had a few. My Oliver is without a doubt my first Kitty cat love. Our Riley will always have a very special place in my heart. When it comes down to the very nitty-gritty, it was Shannon that is my true first love.
Shannon was already 7 years old when I entered the picture, and from what I hear he adapted fantastically to the addition of a screaming, demanding, attention seeking baby (some things never change, eh?). I’ve heard so many stories of how he’d watch over me, or just move over so I could have fun without hurting him. I remember playing in the basement in Germany and talking away to Shannon as if he was part of the game with me. Really, he was a great dog.
I don’t remember the day he passed away, though Mom has told the story more times than I can count. Turns out just as Shannon took my arrival into his life, I took his departure from my with relatively good spirts…I was only six. If you’ve done the math on this one that does mean that Shannon made it to 13 years – just shy of his fourteenth birthday non-the-less.
So today we remember someone, or something, that touched us. Please share your stories, or at the very least take a few moments of your day to look back and remember.