In 2003 we drove to New York to pick up a puppy. I have always loved the breed.... so we picked up our ....."weim-a-what?" is what we always heard. I told the kids the the Weimaraner is known as the Grey Ghost and they grinned ear to ear "Like Casper?" so hence her name...Southside Chicago Lady Casper. I should have know that the small ball of grey fur with the bluest eyes you have ever seen was going to set us on our ears when in the first 6 seconds she knocked over my pop, drank it off the bench, attacked her cloth carrier as we played wack a weim to keep her in it.
Since that time we have laughed and loved. She was well traveled as she has been to the mountains of New Hampshire and camping in Bar Harbour, Maine...she has been to Sandusky Ohio and Cedar Point, Kings Island Cincinnati Ohio, Chicago, Hobart Indiana, Niagara Falls (and on the fourth of July no less). She has provided love and fun...chewed shoes and stolen food but through it all she was...the best friend ever.
As my disability increased and was harder to hide....my unusual gait drew attention with whispers of "alcohol" or "other issues" and my ability to be a nurse dwindled....I listened Gobsmacked about whispers and rumors. Thirty five years competency questioned....so sad. But she loved me and licked away my tears.
Through it all My boog-a-lou was my constant friend and faithful companion who loved me without judgement and she never wavered. She never questioned when I could no longer walk her.....but quickly learned to pick up my keys or the dropped controller and to even give me the heave ho went I had fallen and couldn't get up.
She didn't like water regardless of her webbed feet. She HATED ANY LOUD NOISE although she is a gun dog. Food...any food that was NOT intended for dogs was her favorite stolen, and begged for, meal. She loved being the "SESAME STREET DOG" when we visited hospitals...she loved being a Diva. After 10 months in the hospital there wasn't a still part in her body to welcome me home. Being disabled she was my constant companion...it will be so lonesome.
My heart is shattered for my babies who are devastated. My heart aches.
I love you Whooh. I will meet you one day at Rainbow Bridge.