205741_10150225522735831_1538884_nWalter was rescued by my daughter around the same time as Phoebe. Walters personality is that of a little boy, forever wanting to play and come home for dinner. Walter is a full blooded black lab and was purchased for entertainment for two little girls who’s parent’s were never home. The few months he was with his family he was kept outside in a kennel, sweltering in the hot Arizona sun. There was an opportunity to give Walter a new home, so my daughter grabbed it.

Walter loved his new home. He had a pool, a back yard and a doggie door that he could go in and out of as often as he wanted to. He was the happiest puppy I ever saw.  It took a while to come up with Walters name. His first name was Suki; yuk. It didn’t fit him. Then it was Dozer, short for Bulldozer. He still plows into things and he is almost eight years old now. Walter seemed to be quick on his game when it came to playing, especially with toy’s.  She named him after the family’s favorite football player: Walter Payton. The name suits him; she tried many names, he responded to Walter instantaneously.

When Phoebe passed away, Walter was not himself. He loves his family, he loves his toys and he especially loves FOOD. He wouldn’t eat; he wouldn’t wag his tail to his favorite saying, “Who’s a big black sexy dog?” Something was wrong; his heart was broken. Most of his life was spent with Phoebe, there were play dates in the beginning, the last three years of their lives they lived together. Best buds, always together. When she passed away he would spend most of his time by the window, as if he were waiting for her to come home. He didn’t even get excited when it was feeding time.  Months passed by and there was no change. We came up with an idea to adopt a friend for Walter, maybe a puppy to spark the little boy in him again.  More about our new puppy later.

Walter accepted the puppy as if he were a new big brother, it took Walter a long time to start acting like himself again. He would respond to the new puppy and play, but he would always go to the window, sit and wait. If we mentioned her name he frantically searched for her, it was heartbreaking. It took time, but he came around to the point where he became active again and enjoyed his meals. To this day every now and then it still looks as if he is waiting for her to go running again.

We love you Walter


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