On May 19th, my very best friend left this world quite sudden and unexpectedly. He had a common threat to the Doberman breed – DCM – and it killed him.
He was just shy of his 3rd birthday (May 30th).
I achieved a lot with Apollo, but we were still working on some of his issues. He had serious reactivity toward other dogs but before he got really sick he was actually becoming quite social. He still had issues with dogs near the house, however, and that was something I was planning on working on with the warmer weather.
I have never felt as deeply for the loss of a pet before him, and I think it’s because I still had so many more plans for him.
He was courageous, confident, and challenged me everyday, but he was always ready to work and train.
I learned a lot from him – about myself. Who I wanted to be and what direction I wanted my life to go.
I learned to have a great work ethic.
He wasn’t a dog who was content with laying around on the couch all day, so he encouraged me to get up and get moving everyday.
I learned to keep trying new things and to never give up.
He had an issue with anxiety, and it was something I struggled with from the time he came to me almost until the day he died. (I wrote a blog about how I overcame this here).
He gave me the confidence I needed to start my dream career training dogs.
I have worked with a lot of dogs, but I never charged for it before i started my business because I didn’t think it was something I could make enough money to survive on. I also didn’t think I had what it took to work with some of the more difficult dogs. Well, now that I have worked with him and a few others, I no longer doubt myself or my abilities.
Thank you, Apollo. For the memories, the aggravation, and the learning.
RIP my friend