The story of my husky dogs 2000-2021

Good evening dear read.cash family!

I want to write to you today about my dogs.

I started dealing with dogs a long time ago.

I used to be afraid of dogs when we went to visit my parents, I only dared to go into the yard, house, when the dogs locked me in a safe place in front of it.

I was 18 when I saw a lady walking with two adult dogs and two puppies in the main square of the city.

They were very cute, but I didn’t dare caress them.

Then somehow I overcame my fear and gently stroked one of the puppies.

And when I felt her soft, warm hair under my fingers, I felt like I wanted this dog forever.

Unfortunately, I don't have a photo of her, I gave her the name Amy, she was a beautiful, brown Irish Setter dog.

Then I lived in an apartment with my parents, he couldn’t come there with me.

That’s how he got into my friend’s garden, where I could visit him every day, love him, and have a good walk with him.

Amy lived in happiness and love for 12 years.

I became very, very busy, went to Austria to work, and worked 5 days a day for a week.

All my life I have longed to have a house with a large garden and have a dog.

I already lived alone in my own apartment in the city.

Working in Austria, I was able to sell the city apartment financially and bought a house in a village close to the city with a good large plot.

The whole house, the garden, had to be completely rebuilt and remodeled.

And when everything was ready, I felt it was time to find the right dogs for me.

My neighbor’s brother had just been born purebred Siberian husky dogs.

I chose the liveliest, most playful dogs. He knew right away what the dog's name would be, I named him Murphy.

He was very happy in the garden, he could come into the apartment anywhere.

No matter how tired I was, I always went with him, to walk every day, in snow and rain.

My parents loved him too, I am glad they were able to get to know and see him.

Every Sunday we visited my parents in the garden where I had lunch.

Murphy came with me everywhere.

This is a 21-year-old picture taken in Mom’s garden.

Murphy lived with me for 4 years as a single dog.

My parents died of an illness in 2002 and 2003, 5 months apart.

Without Murphy, I would never have gotten out of bed again because of depression.

But he always came to my bed and indicated that he wanted to walk.

And I got up and went for a walk, crying in the meantime, but I knew I had to go because for this dog I am the only person in the world, I have to take care of him while I live and as long as he lives.

Thanks to Murphy, he pulled me out of depression, he was a therapy dog ​​for me.

When I hugged her warm, thick, hairy body, everything was fine.

Murphy was 40 kg, the size of an adult.

He was my partner in all good and bad.

After 4 years, I felt maybe she needed a couple, a little wife too.

That’s why Angie came to us from another city, a very famous kennel.

It was love at first sight, Angie was a 1 year old dog at the time.

So soon the first litter was born, Bruno stayed with us.

Because I was thinking that once my Murphy dog ​​crosses the rainbow bridge, there should be a lasting memory of him, his son, Bruno!

The four of us, me and the three dogs, my husky family, and we lived in great happiness.

I bought them a dog car that was just theirs.

2 seater car, rear grille, and plenty of space for 3 dogs.

They loved their car.

The car is still there, it has already become a favorite car of 5 dogs.

We hiked a lot, they loved to swim in all kinds of lakes, rivers, streams.

They loved to drive a car, they loved to sit in the front seat of the car.

Here in the winter, we hiked into the mountains, you know, the husky sled, they love the cold climate, the snow, the ice.

Here is Murphy, my love, my big teddy bear.

And here’s Angie, my love, my daughter, I really miss her!

Then one day Angie was diagnosed with breast cancer, the doctor said there was no metastasis, she needed surgery right away.

Unfortunately after two weeks, she left us here, my heart was broken, she was my daughter.

I cried for months, we buried him at the end of the garden on Christmas Eve 2013.

We have not celebrated Christmas since.

But how unpredictable is life?

My dog ​​Bruno covered a beautiful white, two blue eyed husky dog ​​in September, his name was Fanny and the puppies were born in late November.

Angie, Grandma could still see them.

One death, 9 new lives.

9 puppies were born from the litter.

We keep a list of this litter, the other 8 puppies are in a good place, a loving owner. We keep in touch with the owner of each dog.

So again, there were three of us left.

Murphy, the grandfather, Bruno is the father and granddaughter Lisa.

Three generations.

Here we celebrate Murphy’s 14th birthday, we hosted him a big birthday party.

He was very happy.

The photo shows that he is already here after a stroke, after which he regenerated well and lived with us for almost 1 more year in love and happiness.

Murphy left us here on May 12, 2016.

I didn’t cry because I knew it was the maximum as long as this breed could live and he asked us to take him to the vet and let him through the Rainbow Bridge.

Here’s our last photo together, at her favorite spot.

From here he could see the surrounding countryside.

Since then, we call this place Murphy’s Field, we visit here many times.

Then the two dogs left were Bruno and Lisa, they loved each other very much.

Then Bruno also got sick, he underwent surgery, after that he lived with us for another 2 years.

Bruno left us here in April last year, his death and Lisa were very worn out.

Lisa fell deeply depressed, only getting up when we went for a walk.

He didn’t play, he didn’t run, he lived in complete lethargy.

And again fate intervened, Lisa’s brother was returned to us as they couldn’t hold on any longer.

And then a half-breeder takes his dog back without a word.

I was very worried about the financials because it was a pandemic, I didn’t have a job.

I wrote a post about noise.cash about this.

And imagine writing from all over the world to send $ 10 a month, just take Caro back.

What a collaboration, I was very touched.

Of course, I didn’t accept financial support, but it felt really good to have an unknown person donate to a dog.

So Lisa has a partner, a brother, happy again, regained her zest for life.

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This is my story, there was a lot of happiness, a laugh, but a lot of sadness, tears.

But I feel like I don’t want to live without a dog.

They are my life, I love them more than people.

And for them and only we are, their lives, their destinies, depend on them.

You can live without a dog, but it's not worth it ...

Thank you for reading my article!