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On July 25, 1997, I was presented with the sweetest most adorable, little floppy eared Doberman Pinscher for my birthday. I'd wanted a doberman since I was 13 years old when I helped my step father raise them. And here he

was. My very own sweet little doberman.



Damon was a happy playful little guy.

Every night he would lay on the pillow

between my hubby and I. Since his little

body would fit so perfectly there. I'd wake

up in the middle of the night to wet kisses on the nose.



Soon he was old enough and we had his little floppy ears cropped. He took it like a trooper whenever I had to change his wrappings and

sat as still as any little puppy could.



After 4 months of joy and fun with my beautiful

black and rust doberman pinscher, who I never went anywhere without, suddenly became ill.

My poor baby was having troubles controlling his bowels. He was losing weight.



We took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with Mal-Absorption, a disease dogs get that causes them to lose weight rapidly cause everything they eat goes right through them instantly, causing all necessary vitamins to go

right with it.



I tried everything I possibly could to help Damon.

I had the vet over everyday, we gave him pills and put a mixture on his food to help him keep it in his system, I slept on the couch with him every night and laid newspapers all over the floor in case he woke up in the middle of the night and had an accident.



Every night when he went to sleep I would pray to anything or anyone that would listen and ask to let him die in his sleep cause I couldnt bare the thought of having to make the decision to euthanyze him. This went on for 2 months and I couldnt stand to see him suffer anymore, since everything I tried just wasn't working.

So right after the new year 1998, my hubby and step son took Damon to the vet to be euthanyzed. When they took him away I couldnt go with, I sat paralyzed on the couch crying my eyes out. I loved Damon more than anyone could ever love a pet in the short time that I had him. And there are 2 things about Damon I will never forget.



1.) The way he always licked my face just before bedtime. and



2.) The way he had had enough of hubby fuckin' with him, so the day before he died, he took him down to the floor, stood on his stomach with all fours, snarled and growled at him. All the while hubby is yelling, Annette, get your dog off of me! I am laughing my ass off and just simply said:

When he's done with you he will let you go.

I knew Damon wasnt going to bite him so I let him get his revenge. Even though Damon was only in my life for a short time he will always hold a VERY dear place in my heart and of all the

gifts I had ever gotten in my life I will never forget the day hubby handed me that sweet floppy eared little Doberman puppy.



Soon after Damon died I got Straka...

which was a litter mate to Damon



Straka is a whole other story.....LOL