When I was living in Fl., my daughter wanted me to go with her to a dog rescue. I told her no as I can't see animals in cages. She was persistent, and I finally went with her. The very last cage contained a 10-week-old female Doberman. I have always loved dobs. There was a paper attached to the cage, and I read that she was scheduled to be put down the next day. I got upset and challenged them about this, and they said they needed the space. I left with my Daughter and went home, very upset. I knew I needed to occupy my time to get this off my mind. At 4 pm, I couldn't take it anymore, calling them to let them know that I was on my way. When I arrived, they were just getting ready to lock up. I adopted her and named her "Karma" because I felt this was meant to be. I ultimately moved to Colorado where I was from. 13 years later, I had to carry her out and carry her in, as she was in pain having trouble walking. On Feb 18, 2019 I had a vet come to my house to put her down. I have not gotten over her, I still talk to her hoping her spirit is with me. I am currently crying my eyes out. I miss her so much that words just can't describe. I have her ashes and pictures throughout my apartment. I pray asking God to help me get through the loss, I hurt so bad.
Fred NeitzelENGLEWOOD, CO
