Ian letting PUPPY Raider
off his leash and asking : "Raider,,whatcha going to do
with your freedom?"
Raider runs around the yard a few times in a frenzy with a wild
look in his eyes and then runs off into the woods without even
a glance back.
Raider,,,don't worry about me anymore. Leave this sick body and
go home. Banjo is waiting for you. I can feel him here. Play
with your Frisbee's and balls and visit me in my dreams. Please
let me feel you following me. And please be one of the friends
that meets me when I go home,,so we'll forever be together. You
are my Special Child. One that has needed more love then most
and gave so much love back in return. You are my Dog CHILD,,,so
human in your emotions. You are Pure Love! I love you my Shadow,
Cinnamon, Cement Head, my Raider Man ,my Handsome Guy,,,,let
go. You'll forever be in my heart and in my tears. I miss you
so much! But it's time to go home.
Raider? Whatcha going to do with your freedom?
LOVE YOU & MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
Good bye Raider...you
will live on in my heart forever.
Raider passed in my arms 8/23/02. His pain is
gone for me to hold for him.
Peggy (Raiders Mommy)
Raider was the puppy
of a purebred German Shepard Mom and a purebred St. Bernard Dad.
The Dad was much older and wasn't considered a threat to the
female G.Shepard. Opps!!! A huge litter was born. Raider looked
like his mom, but had the wiggly neck of his dad. Such a handsome
We were told by the vet
that Raider had an inbalance that he'd have to live with. This
also known as anxiety or fear biter. No meds helped or efforts
to socialize. You could see it in his eyes how excited he was
to meet someone, but then the fear took over. So I got to spend
my life with him in solitary conditions. Something we bothed
liked. Raider had a love of frisbee's and before he was grown
enough to be a danger, he'd have regular frisbee sessions in
an open backyard. He was also small brother to Banjo my Samoyed
mix. He loved Banjo so much and really it was Banjo that did
most of the training on Raider. Whatever bodily functions Banjo
did, Raider would copy. *:) Raider brought a lot of joy into
Banjo's life. It was the first time he had a brother and he'd
chase Raider around until the sickness took him. Their bond was
very special! Lakota joined Raider not to long long after Banjo
left us. It was his turn to teach and take care of a puppy. After
his fear of Lakota left, he took him under his wing and protected
him with his life. He would have done anything for Lakota or
me. He had such a huge heart and puppy playfulness. Very few
got to see this.
Raider was a shadow in
how he followed me around. If I was gone, he'd get more protective
of the house and Lakota and the results were seen on the floor
to ceiling curtains, torn getting to an "intruder".
A bird must have gotten to close to the house. He was happiest
when we were all together and settled in. That's when he'd bring
out the tennis balls. This guy could entertain himself! With
one ball in his mouth, he'd be batting another one around the
house. He was the forever puppy! He became paternal with stuffed
monkeys and i'd make sure Lakota wouldn't get at them. If Lakota
tried, then Raider would let him have it even if he whined about
it. I made sure Lakota wouldn't take advantage that way. Raider
just would do anything for us and Lakota knew it. On the other
side,,,Raider would put his life on the line for both of us.
He had the softest and protective of sides.
I think Raider had a
wonderful life for all his fears. He was kept in as much peace
as possible and shared his heart to those he let into it. His
passing hurts, but now I look back at his years and see how happy
he was. That brings me comfort. I will always see him running
around the house with one tennis ball in his mouth while batting
another one around. The forever puppy and always huge heart.
That was/is my Raider.
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I miss you so
With love always,,,
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