Donut
Floover
Meet Donut & Floover. Donut was our first dog, and first pyr. She was such a learning experience for us. Her claim to fame was that she was to have shipped from her breeder in Phoenix to us in Detroit on Sept. 11, 2001. Such pleasure came from such tragedy. Although we missed out on her true puppydom she did not disappoint. She could often be seen at the dog park leading the pack with her head held high, running in her true, elegant pyr fashion. She loved to make us laugh when she tried to get the cow femur bones out the dog door–the wrong way, banging and banging until she figured out how to get it out with her. She was a thief when it came to anything left on the counter. She became the mother figure to Floover when she came to us nearly a year later, teaching her all the tricks to make us laugh and drive us crazy. They became inseparable.
After Donut turned 5 she developed a heart arrhythmia causing her back legs to go limp. It was also when she developed a lump over her eye. Being first time dog owners we did not know or realize dogs could get human diseases. Over time the lump got bigger, the nosebleeds started, she became less active and less hungry. If only I knew then what I know now. Her breathing became very labored and we made the gut-wrenching decision to let her run at the Rainbow Bridge. It was so difficult for Floover, her constant companion. Floover kept looking for Donut, sitting at the fence watching and waiting for her to come home, but it was not to be. She was the cancer survivor.
When Donut came to us she filled a hole in my heart I didn’t know I had. When she left the hole opened again. Both dogs taught me the true meaning of unconditional love, not realizing until they were in my life I could love an animal as much as I loved them. I miss them so much yet know they are happy, pain free and still sneaking food with their new friends at the bridge.
