
          Last fall I 
          adopted a beautiful Husky/Malamute from you.  I just thought I'd 
          let you know how she's doing.  She's now a working dog for the 
          St. John's Ambulance Therapy Dog Program.  She graduated today, 
          following 3 months of evaluations and probationary visits.  Here are 
          some pictures of her. 
          
          Thanks for letting me adopt such a great dog.  She's been a 
          pleasure to have.
          
          Cathie
           
          
          Update October '10 ...
          Hope 
          came into my life at a difficult time and adopted me from the first 
          time I saw her.  Having recently been in an accident which left 
          me in
          pain if I walked, I asked my oldest son to come with me to the 
          shelter, so I could take a large Husky/Malamute (about 120 pounds) for 
          a walk.  My reasoning was that if the dog was too strong, he 
          could get her back to the shelter without me being in agony for the 
          day.  Hope, as the shelter had named her, proved to be a lovely, 
          gentle girl.  Following that short walk, she went over to my car 
          and sat at the rear door of my car waiting for me to let her in.  
          My son smiled and said "I think she wants to go home with you."
          
          
          
          Hope 
          was the perfect name for her.  She proved to be a gentle soul.  
          At the time I was a HCA at a nursing home and doing modified duties in 
          the office.  My co-workers knew I had just got her and asked me 
          to bring her with me.  It turned out to be the perfect 
          arrangement.  She loved everyone she met and the residents of the 
          home loved her.  Within a year she was a Therapy dog.  She 
          worked at another nursing home in the community where the residents 
          loved her.  Many would buy her dog treats for when she came to 
          visit.  It was the perfect profession for such a wonderful, 
          loving girl.  Other days she would join me at work where everyone 
          looked forward to her visits, staff and residents alike.
          
          
          
          She 
          got along great with all animals and thankfully my two cats quickly 
          became good friends with her.  The three of them would often 
          sleep together.  At the dog park, she would play nicely with any 
          dog who came along, and
          made allowances for older dogs and puppies.  Two years later, she 
          was diagnosed as a border-line diabetic.  I began to watch her 
          diet more closely and discouraged the residents from sharing their 
          food with Hope.  This worked for awhile and she seemed to be 
          doing better.  Then one day she decided she wasn't going to work 
          as a Therapy dog.  Normally excited to go, she refused.  
          Hope began doing this more frequently so eventually we resigned from 
          the program.  As the months went by, I noticed her energy 
          dropping and she would occasionally let out a soft growl if one of the 
          cats decided to lay on top of her or walk over her.
          
          
          
          
Hope was contented to lay around on one of her beds, either inside or 
          outside.  I never had to worry about her wandering off, she was 
          happy where she was.  She still loved attention and would greet 
          everyone who came around.  Then just before Christmas, I noticed 
          she wasn't eating as much as normal.  By New Years Eve, she had 
          developed sores on the top of her paws.  I booked her in to see 
          the vet.  She was diagnosed with pancreatitis.  For several 
          weeks we wondered if she would pull through.  She just seemed to get 
          worse, sleeping most of the day and refusing to move, unwilling to eat 
          or if she did, she couldn't keep it down.  Our youngest cat began 
          staying next to her for hours, refusing to leave her side.  Then 
          we started her on insulin and home-cooked meals.  Hope did well 
          on this combination, recovering quickly.  Hope seemed to have 
          more energy and looked forward to her walks again.  She would 
          even play with the cats once more, her grumpiness forgiven.  Then 
          one day she was wandering around outside while I did gardening.  
          We were in the front yard where it's pretty level ground and she 
          suddenly let out a yelp.  Hope had torn a ligament in her back 
          leg.  Unfortunately she never recovered from this and we had to 
          let her go.  
          
          
          
Hope 
          touched numerous lives during her brief time with us.  I'm 
          grateful for her coming into my life.  I have been blessed by her 
          presence and cherish the memories I have of her.  Hope is, and 
          always will be, greatly missed.
          Hope has been added to our Rainbow 
          Bridge webpage, and our thoughts and prayers are with her family 
          at this time.
 
 
 
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