My history with Keeshonds is
this. My first experience with a Keeshond was
the mother of my mixed baby Tips. Her owners had brought her in pregnant and sick
with blastomycosis to the vet hospital where I worked. They paid me to take care of the
pups since the mom was too sick to do it and then I got the pick of the litter.
Tips and I
were inseparable until her death on August 7, 2007. My love of the Keeshond has developed from having
her in my life, and I will always love the breed and love Tips for bringing the
breed into my life.
Keesha came to me via a phone call.
A local girl had found her shot in the stomach and wandering the streets and had
nursed her back to health, but she could no longer keep her. I went to see her and
possibly find her a home and needless to say she found one at my house. So Keesha is
my first official Kees rescue and is here to stay. She has overcome her timidness and
her fear of even allowing herself to play...and with the help of her other wildly outgoing
four legged pals that fear is being put behind her. She is now a senior
gal facing the ripe old age of about 15 near as we can guess, as I have been
owned by her for about 12 of those years.
Then along came an email one day that
there was a male Kees in a Nashville Shelter needing foster...so I volunteered and
needless to say fell in love with the guy...ah the hazards of loving this breed.
Well, for all intents and purposes Smokie was to have been a foster child only, but when
he looked at me with those 'I've never been loved or known a home' eyes I couldn't
resist. Smokie was adopted by me in Feb. of 2000 and joined Keesha as a member of
the family. He has more than made up for any lack of love shown him in the past by
giving twenty-fold back. When I'm sick he is the one to lay down beside me and guard
me against whatever evils he thinks are lurking to bring me to such a level.
Then one day in 2006 he for some unknown reason went to the road. We
looked for him for hours til dark. My husband found him the next day in
the ditch not two driveways away. I was devastated, and still have not
gotten over his death, and probably never will, as I have not found a male
Keeshond to take his place.
I now rescue not only
Keeshonden but Australian Shepherds and Miniature Schnauzers also. All
three of these breeds have stolen my heart at one time or another. See my CAReS
page to find out who may be in our foster care needing their forever home now.
To find out more about Keeshonden
(plural of Keeshond which is pronounced Kayz-Hond) follow the links below!!
A Foster Dog Poem
This was written by Diane Morgan, who does basset rescue, in addition to
writing several (good) dog books.
A poem to my foster dog
I am the bridge
between what was
and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.
I am made of mush,
Because my heart melted when I saw you,
Matted and sore, limping, depressed,
Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine.
I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart
I will make you whole.
I am made of steel.
Because when the time comes,
When you are well, and sleek,
When your eyes shine,
And your tail wags with joy
Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go--not without a tear,
But without a regret.
For you are safe forever--
A new dog needs me now.
by Diane Morgan
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