Your Pet Loss Stories

by Tim Gromlovits
(Gray, TN)

I adopted my dog Sheba, a Sheltie Collie, from a local pet adoption in Summer of 95. She was a stray and very skinny. We bonded in minutes. She had a few behavorial issues but after getting her spayed they eased.

Over the next few months she became the most important thing in my life. I took her for walks to the park daily. I took her on dozens of fishing trips and anywhere I could.

When she was 15 years old I took her on a 5 mile hike in the mountains. As with any living thing time wasn't on her side. I watched her slowly go downhill. Her vision went first then her hearing. She fell down my steps and was bumping into furniture. I lived alone and worried about her constantly.

I made the decision to let her go on Oct 3rd 2012. I was in the room when she passed. Said my goodbyes and buried her at my bosses house. It was the worst day of my life. I think about her every day. Rest in peace my little shadow, I love you and miss you.