Hagan

I would like to remember my Weimaraner Hagan, who was our best friend. He had to be put down when there was no more quality of life for him, and it was our quality of life that suffered when he was no longer with us. Hagen came from the pound, a skinny, flea and tick ridden wild eyed animal, but became a big part of our lives.

He was in obedience school when he went blind, and I took a lot of money and vet trips to find out he had detached his retinas because of a rare bug bite, but after a month of learning to except being blind, and a lot of medicine, he recovered his sight. Our vet even sat up at night with him when this condition returned a few years later, causing him to hemorrhage in his brain. But we survived all of that and Hagen lived to be about 14yr old when we came to that sad decision. We swore we would never have another dog, and did not for about 2 yrs, and we really got to missing the patter of little feet. Now we have 3 Yorkies, some change.

Bonnie Johnson