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Today (July 24) is my day to honor my first and most special dog, Dominoe, who left this world in 1993. Is it really 17 years? That’s a full generation. And it was long after that that I told her story like 50 million times.
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It’s been a long way too since Rossridge Apartments, in Baltimore, the place I was living when I took her in, when my room-mate Kevin literally called me and said, “do you want a dog?” This was a cusp of time in many ways, leaving the life of a place I grew up in and hardly left, and turning that whole leaf less than 10 monts later, by packing all my stuff, including Dominoe, into a 1973 Ford Maverick and driving it all the way to Arizona.
You should never forget your first dog. Or your last. Or all the ones in between. I know I don’t.
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Keeping the memories flickering (and flickring).
Thanks again, Dominoe….
Coincidentally the 24th is also the anniversary of when I lost my first dog, Amba, too (the first dog I’d owned, we had them as kids). Had to take her to the vets – seeing her walk off is still the most heartbreaking experience I’ve ever had. Here’s to the first dogs!
Thanks for keeping Dominoe’s memory alive. I too, will always remember each dog I have had. I admit, I have gotten to know Itchy, my long haired dachshund, better than any of the in between dogs (since my first dog- Snoopy who was also a dachshund) and I will probably miss her the most when she goes.
Thanks for keeping her memory alive for the rest of us as well. Each time I read about Dominoe, I feel the tears well up and I remember each of my dogs, all faithful companions, each of which saw and brought me through the bad and rough times, gave me so much pleasure, grins, and laughter… and unconditional love.
Here’s to Dominoe… may she rest in peace and always be remembered.