Australian Shepherd
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Home:Kill Devil Hills, NC  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Angel love

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-deaf -blind
-dog rescue

January 25th 2003

playing lap dog & stealing moms pillows

mean people, dirty ears human or animal

Favorite Toy:
moms hair scrunchies

Favorite Food:
all people food

Favorite Walk:
the yard

Best Tricks:
manuvering around everything and never bumping into anything

Arrival Story:
Like her sis both were personal rescues. Since the very start both had my heart completely. The conditions they were rescued from were incredible but their loyalty & love through it all has been steady & true. In many ways we rescued each other. Even on the worst of days I need only look at how amazingly positive Angel is, she fears nothing and even when she has bumped & stumbled, she has never faultered her faith... she gets right out there and goes it again.

To me Angel is one of the most amazing & incredible souls I have ever had the pleasure of knowing & loving. She is strong, spirited, loving, kind & unconditional in what she gives. Since the first day we met I knew I had met a soul that would forever change my life, my outlook, my perspective. I had no clue how to communicate with this incredible little thing. I mean after all I couldn't speak & be heard or eventually teach her to understand through voice command, pitch, tone & all the things one expects in a dog. I couldn't teach her through facial expressions or sign. I was at a total loss as to how I could learn to communicate with this pile of fur. It was a challenge, and many times a serious mess. But both of us learned. Days when I became the most frustrated, confused & thought OMG, wanting to throw my hands up out of shear frustration... Kira knew, Kira learned... but Angel... then one night as I lay in bed, little puppy Kira against my side, Angel wandering the bed (my hope was that she wouldn't fall off the bed AGAIN, because she missed the mark so many times, not realizing where the end of the bed actually was until it was too late) I watched her for a bit, ready to do the human rescue thing & steer her in the right direction when suddenly she got to the very edge of the bed (within falling range) then suddenly put her nose in the air, turned and headed right for my chest. She laid there doggie heart beating against human heart, just looking up at me with her confident but unseeing eyes, licked my face, then nuzzled my ear & I knew at that very moment that she had actually learned something in her own way. Trial & error for sure, but she wanted my love & acceptance for who & what she was, not for my human idea of what she lacked or should be, but for what she was born without so in reality had no idea what it was like to see or hear. Her reality, what she knew as the norm was a world of silence, no color, no shadow... just darkness. No pre-conceived notion just being in the world she never thought was different. I learned she had a language of her own, she wanted & I wanted at that very moment to understand. I stayed on my back that entire night with this wonderful little fuzz-ball asleep on my chest, feeling her little puppy breath, her little bitty heart beating so strong against my own and just knew that our journey together, learning each others language had begun that very minute we totally connected heart to heart. The journey has been long & everyday continues. There have been challenges & frustrations on the road to understanding one another. But at the end of the day when I climb into bed & am quickly joined by the entire critter gang. There is no better feeling than Angel jumping on the bed (without disturbing another critter on mums bed... finding that spot that is right smack against her mum, pillow included, her little lick to my ears, the huff & puff as she finds just the perfect position, her lick to my face, and my arm around her as we both fall off to sleep. The first thing I feel in the morning is her gentle lick as I wake up. She truly is incredible, amazing, spirited, strong & a truly old soul. One can never honestly think their life is so terrible, their stress, their life obstacles are so great that they cannot be overcome when they have such a genuine true loving soul in their life. She moves forward, never a fear. For her its all a part of her sightless & soundless world. My life truly has been enhanced by her incredible self.

Forums Motto:
strength, hope & courage

The Last Forum I Posted In:
any advise im new to the australian shepherd breed

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A Special Poem

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July 15th 2009 1:33 pm
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This poem was written by a wonderful woman ( Cindi Cunico) that has spent many years rescuing pups like my amazing Angel:

I know you're there, but I cannot see you.
I smell your presence & feel the vibrations of your footsteps
You call my name, but I cannot hear you
Although, I can feel your breath gently ruffle my fur
You wonder "What in the world would I do with this dog?"
I wonder "How can I make you understand?"
You decide to take a chance & give US a try
And I decide to do the same
You think I'll never figure out what you want
Because I can't see or hear
But there's so much more to me than just sight & sound
I can always feel what's in your heart
When you are asleep & your eyes are closed, I lick your face
You know I am there because you feel me
When you want my attention, you gently touch me
I react to your warm touch as quickly as though you called my name
I do understand because you are patient & caring
Yes, life will be different
You will forget & call my name & I will not respond
Instead I will continue to do whatever it is I am doing
But with the warmth of your touch, I will stop & wait for your next instruction
Language has life of it's own
And does not always consist of words or signs
I will learn your language, if you are willing to learn mine
It's called the "Language Of Love"
Please speak to me!

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