Yesterday my doggie passed away.
Baro was a German Shepherd dog, with long fur, whom my first boyfriend and I took home as a puppy while boyfriend’s mother was away. When she returned she soon was won over by this cute little furball, and Baro was allowed to stay. He grew into a good-looking, well-behaved family dog, accompanied me on horseback riding tours with guests staying for the summer, and enjoyed long hiking tours and helping with cattle herding.
After boyfriend and I split up, Baro stayed with him (a dog certainly is happier on a big farm than in a city), received lots of training as search and rescue dog and continued to be a faithful member of the family (now with new girlfriend and two children).
I am sad that he’s gone, and happy that he had such a long, exciting dog-life (he was one of the lucky dogs who are able spend all day with their families, and outside the house).