My beloved Pup, for your 3-year anniversary – it´s incredible how present you are, even when you hide in your clouds – I want to tell you a little bit of the beginning of our shared history:
you weren`t yet born when one afternoon in spring 2003 I was walking my beautiful St. Bernard Wasko in my then hometown of Thüle in Germany. It was nice and sunny and we weren`t the only ones to have the wonderful idea of a walk through the woods.
I don`t really know if it was hormones – obviously Wasko`s, not mine! – or what, but suddenly there she was: beautiful, elegant and golden, standing proud in a clearing, and there we were, paralized and me rooted to the ground by 80 kilos of hairy dog who wouldn´t move. It was love at first sight with a blond great dane girl: Emma.
I had to promise him then and there, that I would find him a girlfriend just like her, it was the only way to be able to go back home without having to forcefully drag him along the road by his leash. And then some people say animals can´t understand our language!
Wasko died shortly after this special day in a sad accident that left me dog bereaved and heartbroken… again.
And so it came, a couple of months afterwards, when I was on the mend and my life needed a new pup to replace the sadness and emptiness, that I found my way to a great dane breeder near home who opened the doors of his kennel and his home to me. Of course, it turned out to be Emmas breeder, who actually was your great – dane – cousin.
They didn`t have puppies then, but one huge, longlegged girl was pregnant and would deliver within the next couple of weeks. This gave me hope and the first tentative rays of happiness started to shine.
Without wanting to sound shallow, but very decided nontheless, I told the breeder that I wanted a golden baby girl… and that I probably woudn`t take a different colour nor a male doggie. That had been the essence of my promise to Wasko.
Well anyhow… I needn´t have worried. One afternoon in May I got a call from the breeder telling me the pups were born, fine and healthy and I could come and visit. There were 7 pups in the litter, all beautiful but only one completely golden… and it was a girl: YOU, my dear Horacia!
Quite simply: it was meant to be.
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