On a cold and rainy June 14, 1993, I was walking from my house to my mother's a few blocks away when I suddenly took a turn and went a block out of my way. Before I could even question why I had inexplicably taken this route, a small, crying puppy appeared out of an overgrown and empty lot. My attempts to find his owner were fruitless, so I brought him home and named him for the street I had found him on. Later I learned that he had escaped from a garage half a block from where I had found him, his mother a miniature collie and his father apparently a traveling beagle.
Shelby was a good boy who loved green Milk Bones and would have rather eaten any vegetable than a piece of meat...he loved to chase balls and laser pointer lights and was fiercely protective of his "little sister", a Boston Bull Terrier we brought home four years after he came to us.
Despite his advancing age, he was still happy and seemingly healthy except for a benign tumor that had been removed in June of 2005. The vet warned us that it would return and it did, but he seemed to have no problem with it until he suddenly took ill and died at about 8:20 PM on Sunday, January 21.
We buried him in the backyard, in the spot that was for many years his fenced-in spot for running, with two green Milk Bones.
(A big "thank you" to SherryG for sponsoring Shelby's memorial!)
Shelby was a good boy who loved green Milk Bones and would have rather eaten any vegetable than a piece of meat...he loved to chase balls and laser pointer lights and was fiercely protective of his "little sister", a Boston Bull Terrier we brought home four years after he came to us.
Despite his advancing age, he was still happy and seemingly healthy except for a benign tumor that had been removed in June of 2005. The vet warned us that it would return and it did, but he seemed to have no problem with it until he suddenly took ill and died at about 8:20 PM on Sunday, January 21.
We buried him in the backyard, in the spot that was for many years his fenced-in spot for running, with two green Milk Bones.
(A big "thank you" to SherryG for sponsoring Shelby's memorial!)
On a cold and rainy June 14, 1993, I was walking from my house to my mother's a few blocks away when I suddenly took a turn and went a block out of my way. Before I could even question why I had inexplicably taken this route, a small, crying puppy appeared out of an overgrown and empty lot. My attempts to find his owner were fruitless, so I brought him home and named him for the street I had found him on. Later I learned that he had escaped from a garage half a block from where I had found him, his mother a miniature collie and his father apparently a traveling beagle.
Shelby was a good boy who loved green Milk Bones and would have rather eaten any vegetable than a piece of meat...he loved to chase balls and laser pointer lights and was fiercely protective of his "little sister", a Boston Bull Terrier we brought home four years after he came to us.
Despite his advancing age, he was still happy and seemingly healthy except for a benign tumor that had been removed in June of 2005. The vet warned us that it would return and it did, but he seemed to have no problem with it until he suddenly took ill and died at about 8:20 PM on Sunday, January 21.
We buried him in the backyard, in the spot that was for many years his fenced-in spot for running, with two green Milk Bones.
(A big "thank you" to SherryG for sponsoring Shelby's memorial!)
Shelby was a good boy who loved green Milk Bones and would have rather eaten any vegetable than a piece of meat...he loved to chase balls and laser pointer lights and was fiercely protective of his "little sister", a Boston Bull Terrier we brought home four years after he came to us.
Despite his advancing age, he was still happy and seemingly healthy except for a benign tumor that had been removed in June of 2005. The vet warned us that it would return and it did, but he seemed to have no problem with it until he suddenly took ill and died at about 8:20 PM on Sunday, January 21.
We buried him in the backyard, in the spot that was for many years his fenced-in spot for running, with two green Milk Bones.
(A big "thank you" to SherryG for sponsoring Shelby's memorial!)
