Forever part of my heart and soul.
Possum was my Border Collie. Not to take anything away from my other dogs, but Possum was the smartest and best pet I've ever had.
When I first got him he was about 8 weeks old and the most beautiful puff ball I'd ever seen. We even shared the same birthdate, July 7! We bought him from a local store called the Puppy Corral. However, a few days after we brought him home he got very sick. We took him to the vet and after several visits we were told it would be best to take him back to the people we got him from for care. So we did.
They kept him for 7 days, those were very rough days for me. You see, my Scottish Terrier had died only a few months prior to when I got Possum, the thought of losing another one so fast was terrible. I don't remember what he had but it was some type of intestinal disorder that was bad. He almost died but thankfully he didn't.
My mom and I brought him home for the second time. He was so short he couldn't jump on and off my bed, which is where I wanted him to sleep so I disassembled the bed and put the mattresses on the floor so he could be with me. He bonded to me so quickly and being on the floor with him told him just how much I loved him.
It took only a day or two to house train him. He would wake me up to let me know if he wanted out and would "go" on command. I taught him to fetch the newspaper from the sidewalk, it took only one time for him and he knew how to do it instantly.
When we would go for walks cars would stop and ask me about him. Yes, he was that beautiful. People would also stop and watch him when he would fetch the paper in the mornings.
When I got married he wasn't too happy. You see, there wasn't room on the bed for him anymore. At first he would sleep under the bed and when my husband would get up he would try to snap at his heels. I laughed. Eventually though he and my husband became inseparable because they went on daily walks. The heel nipping stopped.
Possum loved to play frisbee and was a great frisbee player until he slipped on a patch of ice in a field. He had snapped something in his back leg at the knee. They replaced it with some sort of band, we called him bionic dog after that. But we never felt comfortable letting him chase frisbee's after that.
That's not to say he didn't get to play other things because he did!
When our son came along the vet warned us that Possum would view him as a small sheep and to keep an eye on the two of them. Possum was fascinated by him and we would often find him standing on his hind legs looking in the crib. Other than the occasional attempt to herd him when he started toddling there were no problems between the two.
At the end, Possum went downhill fast. He stopped eating, became very weak, and could no longer walk. I remember the day we took him to the vet, the same vet he'd gone to all his life. He said it was time. We stayed with Possum until he went to his final sleep. It was devastating.
Possum was the first dog I'd ever had cremated. The others were buried in my mom's backyard but my mom was gone, the house belonged to someone else. My husband and I wanted him with us so we had him cremated and to this day he has a place of honor in my glass curio cabinet surrounded by pictures of him, notes left to him from our son, and other little geegaws.
Just recently I came across his box of toys that I had saved. I looked at the toys and at the three dogs we now have and I knew they deserved to be played with. So many squeak toys so little time. And so little bit of Possum still lives and his toys have found a new home with Tubby, Quinn and KC.
We love you Possum and always will.
Possum is home with us but when the time comes his ashes will be buried with me.
Possum was my Border Collie. Not to take anything away from my other dogs, but Possum was the smartest and best pet I've ever had.
When I first got him he was about 8 weeks old and the most beautiful puff ball I'd ever seen. We even shared the same birthdate, July 7! We bought him from a local store called the Puppy Corral. However, a few days after we brought him home he got very sick. We took him to the vet and after several visits we were told it would be best to take him back to the people we got him from for care. So we did.
They kept him for 7 days, those were very rough days for me. You see, my Scottish Terrier had died only a few months prior to when I got Possum, the thought of losing another one so fast was terrible. I don't remember what he had but it was some type of intestinal disorder that was bad. He almost died but thankfully he didn't.
My mom and I brought him home for the second time. He was so short he couldn't jump on and off my bed, which is where I wanted him to sleep so I disassembled the bed and put the mattresses on the floor so he could be with me. He bonded to me so quickly and being on the floor with him told him just how much I loved him.
It took only a day or two to house train him. He would wake me up to let me know if he wanted out and would "go" on command. I taught him to fetch the newspaper from the sidewalk, it took only one time for him and he knew how to do it instantly.
When we would go for walks cars would stop and ask me about him. Yes, he was that beautiful. People would also stop and watch him when he would fetch the paper in the mornings.
When I got married he wasn't too happy. You see, there wasn't room on the bed for him anymore. At first he would sleep under the bed and when my husband would get up he would try to snap at his heels. I laughed. Eventually though he and my husband became inseparable because they went on daily walks. The heel nipping stopped.
Possum loved to play frisbee and was a great frisbee player until he slipped on a patch of ice in a field. He had snapped something in his back leg at the knee. They replaced it with some sort of band, we called him bionic dog after that. But we never felt comfortable letting him chase frisbee's after that.
That's not to say he didn't get to play other things because he did!
When our son came along the vet warned us that Possum would view him as a small sheep and to keep an eye on the two of them. Possum was fascinated by him and we would often find him standing on his hind legs looking in the crib. Other than the occasional attempt to herd him when he started toddling there were no problems between the two.
At the end, Possum went downhill fast. He stopped eating, became very weak, and could no longer walk. I remember the day we took him to the vet, the same vet he'd gone to all his life. He said it was time. We stayed with Possum until he went to his final sleep. It was devastating.
Possum was the first dog I'd ever had cremated. The others were buried in my mom's backyard but my mom was gone, the house belonged to someone else. My husband and I wanted him with us so we had him cremated and to this day he has a place of honor in my glass curio cabinet surrounded by pictures of him, notes left to him from our son, and other little geegaws.
Just recently I came across his box of toys that I had saved. I looked at the toys and at the three dogs we now have and I knew they deserved to be played with. So many squeak toys so little time. And so little bit of Possum still lives and his toys have found a new home with Tubby, Quinn and KC.
We love you Possum and always will.
Possum is home with us but when the time comes his ashes will be buried with me.
Forever part of my heart and soul.
Possum was my Border Collie. Not to take anything away from my other dogs, but Possum was the smartest and best pet I've ever had.
When I first got him he was about 8 weeks old and the most beautiful puff ball I'd ever seen. We even shared the same birthdate, July 7! We bought him from a local store called the Puppy Corral. However, a few days after we brought him home he got very sick. We took him to the vet and after several visits we were told it would be best to take him back to the people we got him from for care. So we did.
They kept him for 7 days, those were very rough days for me. You see, my Scottish Terrier had died only a few months prior to when I got Possum, the thought of losing another one so fast was terrible. I don't remember what he had but it was some type of intestinal disorder that was bad. He almost died but thankfully he didn't.
My mom and I brought him home for the second time. He was so short he couldn't jump on and off my bed, which is where I wanted him to sleep so I disassembled the bed and put the mattresses on the floor so he could be with me. He bonded to me so quickly and being on the floor with him told him just how much I loved him.
It took only a day or two to house train him. He would wake me up to let me know if he wanted out and would "go" on command. I taught him to fetch the newspaper from the sidewalk, it took only one time for him and he knew how to do it instantly.
When we would go for walks cars would stop and ask me about him. Yes, he was that beautiful. People would also stop and watch him when he would fetch the paper in the mornings.
When I got married he wasn't too happy. You see, there wasn't room on the bed for him anymore. At first he would sleep under the bed and when my husband would get up he would try to snap at his heels. I laughed. Eventually though he and my husband became inseparable because they went on daily walks. The heel nipping stopped.
Possum loved to play frisbee and was a great frisbee player until he slipped on a patch of ice in a field. He had snapped something in his back leg at the knee. They replaced it with some sort of band, we called him bionic dog after that. But we never felt comfortable letting him chase frisbee's after that.
That's not to say he didn't get to play other things because he did!
When our son came along the vet warned us that Possum would view him as a small sheep and to keep an eye on the two of them. Possum was fascinated by him and we would often find him standing on his hind legs looking in the crib. Other than the occasional attempt to herd him when he started toddling there were no problems between the two.
At the end, Possum went downhill fast. He stopped eating, became very weak, and could no longer walk. I remember the day we took him to the vet, the same vet he'd gone to all his life. He said it was time. We stayed with Possum until he went to his final sleep. It was devastating.
Possum was the first dog I'd ever had cremated. The others were buried in my mom's backyard but my mom was gone, the house belonged to someone else. My husband and I wanted him with us so we had him cremated and to this day he has a place of honor in my glass curio cabinet surrounded by pictures of him, notes left to him from our son, and other little geegaws.
Just recently I came across his box of toys that I had saved. I looked at the toys and at the three dogs we now have and I knew they deserved to be played with. So many squeak toys so little time. And so little bit of Possum still lives and his toys have found a new home with Tubby, Quinn and KC.
We love you Possum and always will.
Possum is home with us but when the time comes his ashes will be buried with me.
Possum was my Border Collie. Not to take anything away from my other dogs, but Possum was the smartest and best pet I've ever had.
When I first got him he was about 8 weeks old and the most beautiful puff ball I'd ever seen. We even shared the same birthdate, July 7! We bought him from a local store called the Puppy Corral. However, a few days after we brought him home he got very sick. We took him to the vet and after several visits we were told it would be best to take him back to the people we got him from for care. So we did.
They kept him for 7 days, those were very rough days for me. You see, my Scottish Terrier had died only a few months prior to when I got Possum, the thought of losing another one so fast was terrible. I don't remember what he had but it was some type of intestinal disorder that was bad. He almost died but thankfully he didn't.
My mom and I brought him home for the second time. He was so short he couldn't jump on and off my bed, which is where I wanted him to sleep so I disassembled the bed and put the mattresses on the floor so he could be with me. He bonded to me so quickly and being on the floor with him told him just how much I loved him.
It took only a day or two to house train him. He would wake me up to let me know if he wanted out and would "go" on command. I taught him to fetch the newspaper from the sidewalk, it took only one time for him and he knew how to do it instantly.
When we would go for walks cars would stop and ask me about him. Yes, he was that beautiful. People would also stop and watch him when he would fetch the paper in the mornings.
When I got married he wasn't too happy. You see, there wasn't room on the bed for him anymore. At first he would sleep under the bed and when my husband would get up he would try to snap at his heels. I laughed. Eventually though he and my husband became inseparable because they went on daily walks. The heel nipping stopped.
Possum loved to play frisbee and was a great frisbee player until he slipped on a patch of ice in a field. He had snapped something in his back leg at the knee. They replaced it with some sort of band, we called him bionic dog after that. But we never felt comfortable letting him chase frisbee's after that.
That's not to say he didn't get to play other things because he did!
When our son came along the vet warned us that Possum would view him as a small sheep and to keep an eye on the two of them. Possum was fascinated by him and we would often find him standing on his hind legs looking in the crib. Other than the occasional attempt to herd him when he started toddling there were no problems between the two.
At the end, Possum went downhill fast. He stopped eating, became very weak, and could no longer walk. I remember the day we took him to the vet, the same vet he'd gone to all his life. He said it was time. We stayed with Possum until he went to his final sleep. It was devastating.
Possum was the first dog I'd ever had cremated. The others were buried in my mom's backyard but my mom was gone, the house belonged to someone else. My husband and I wanted him with us so we had him cremated and to this day he has a place of honor in my glass curio cabinet surrounded by pictures of him, notes left to him from our son, and other little geegaws.
Just recently I came across his box of toys that I had saved. I looked at the toys and at the three dogs we now have and I knew they deserved to be played with. So many squeak toys so little time. And so little bit of Possum still lives and his toys have found a new home with Tubby, Quinn and KC.
We love you Possum and always will.
Possum is home with us but when the time comes his ashes will be buried with me.
