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From L to R, Miss Did, Starpuppy, Tylor, Cha, Xena, and Athena (just visiting) Visit us at www.dobertoons.net


Memorial to my "Cha". On May 17, 2005, I held him as his vet(and friend) sent him to the bridge. ChaCho is now with the ages, existing only in my heart and memory. As often happens, memories burst forth at intervals, as the grief from the loss of my beloved Doberman twists my own heart. He spent his first year of life chained to a fence by a wire wrapped around his right rear leg. This wire held the chain which held him to the fence. It was next to a shack/garage, his "home". How he survived that Michigan winter was beyond me, but he never liked staying outdoors too long, especially in winter, unless he was with me. He had been seized as a cruelty case. Not only had his leg grown around the wire, he had been burned on his penis. He was rehabilitated for two months by Sandy Anderson, then given to me, as he had to go to a "special" home. He lived to be with me. Like so many Dobes, once I won his confidence, he was my buddy for life. He loved to play hide and seek with me, crouching down pretending to be invisible so he could pounce on me.His sense of humor was so funny, he had a tiny nub of a tail, it would wiggle madly in glee whenever he had the last laugh. When Tylor came to live with us this past winter, people said two male Dobermans never get along. Not true. The night before Cha was PTS, and very uncomfortable, Tylor was by his side, gently licking his face. After I came home from the damnable deed, a pall settled over the house. I have never seen my Dobes that subdued.They are better today, but there is a different attitude around here. Something is missing. Why do we endure these miseries? This deep love for an animal...like my Cha. Always, those little ears were perked at the window when I left for work, and then again when I returned home. Gentle as a lamb, yet strutting proudly by my side as my protector on our 2 mile evening walks. He was the perfect Doberman. After the death of my husband in September 05, he became even more attentive. When I was home, he was always there beside me. Sweet Cha, yet he walked away with his WAC with no problem.He hated cats, yet carried on wonderfully funny email correspondence for several years with Gremlin, the Good cat. As the famous quote goes, "The only time he hurt me was the day he left me." He is being cremated, and his ashes will be mixed with mine when I go. As I sit here writing, tears leak down my cheeks in sadness. Tylor lies beside me, rised and puts his head on my lap. Xena kisses my face. Starpuppy is curled up on the sofa she shared with me and Cha, K-T Did is on her spot looking at me. These are why we do this over and over...These Throw-a-way rescued Dobes nobody wanted...Tylor had so many mental problems from abuse and neglect that it will be some time before he will come around, so I will keep him. He's secure with me, Xena had/has some aggressive issues which make her unadoptable, yet she loves me deeply...Miss Did was an old lady (like me )that nobody wanted, and Starpuppy, nearly dead of neglect at only 5 weeks of age....These are the reasons we do this over and over....But not all will have that special place in our soul, there will come along now and then, a very special one. Cha was one of these. Ahh the Doberman Pinscher, the loyal lovable fabulous Doberman. As Auntie alus likes to say,,, there are dogs, then there are Dobermans~

With love, Auntie Dobe R. Mann

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Auntie's guiding Rescue Dobie Angels at the bridge:
K-T Did,Kahlua,Chiquita,Dindi,Anubus,
P-Nutty,Circe, Bullwinkle,(King)Tut,Misty,
Dobie,Bessie Mae Mucho,Doxie Dobe, and (Thelonious)Monk
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Starpuppy "Over!" Auntie's arm!
Auntie takes the gang for a "Walkies!" The three girls on one side, the two boys on t'other.
Since this pic was taken, there are now Two more rescues added.Yah I know, I need a roller board. Just imagine a cat tearing across out path...


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