German Shorthaired Pointer
Picture of Alex, a male German Shorthaired Pointer

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Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Quick Bio:

April 29th 1996

Alex loved flushing pheasants, chasing deer, sandpipers and being with his family


Favorite Toy:
He loved pillows.

Favorite Food:
Chicken and fish.

Favorite Walk:
He never walked - he was an amazing and spirited runner.

Best Tricks:
If I'd put a treat in my hand, out of his sight, and asked him to pick a hand - he'd chose the correct hand!

Arrival Story:
Alex was my initiation into the wonderful, crazy world of German Shorthaired Pointers and for that I'm forever indebted. Oddly, Alex was an impulse purchase 13 years ago. He was 13 weeks old when we met while I was at a very high-end pet store in Dartmouth, NH, and his line was impressive for champion field and show. He introduced himself to me that day as he would continue to do so for ten more years - he went crazy when he saw me. Within 30 minutes, we were out the door and unbeknownest to me, my life was about to change dramatically. From that day forward, Alex was my mentor. His tuteledge was exhausting, but I learned what a dog needs to lead an abudant life. He was loved completely, and gleefully fulfilled all of his innate, canine abilities and drives. His run would literally stop people in their tracks. He was beautiful to watch, and I never tired of the compliments, nor did he :) He was soft-pawed but immensely powerful with long-strides, beautifully agile, gazelle-like and tireless. He loved hiking or running on the beaches chasing sandpipers, and he had the most amazing hind legs. Solid. I vividly recall hearing merely a swish of water as he soared through the ocean, and seeing the unmistakable white mist after his glide passed. Much of the time, he was merely a dot on the horizon. He loved chasing deer while we hiked, and knew the trails like the back of his paw. His recall was spot on. He'd turn on a dime when called, and I rarely needed to call twice. Impressive was he. He loved the woods when it snowed, our night hikes and storms.

Unfortunately, Alex only lived to be ten-years-old. On June 18, 2006, he was lovingly transitioned to the bridge due to an aggressive and metastatic gastric tumor. He never offered a hint of discomfort until three days prior to moving on. Fortunately for Alex, he passed the way he lived. Fast. After all choices exhausted, I held his beautiful head in my arms, rubbed his velvet-like ears and spoke his favorite words. I wanted him to relive his life, his happiness, his joy, his family, his deepest loves, his happy days. I was determined to transition him from here with a smile in his heart and beautiful memories. I spoke, through tears and clenched throat - "Let's go to the beach", "Looooooooook Alex". I said the words "chicken", "treat", "bones", "bread" and asked "where are the birds", "who's that?" I wanted him to visualize our places, to vividly recall all that he was and all that he enjoyed. I mentioned his sister, Vayla, and his brother, Joey. I said "Pappa's house". I wanted to lure him from his pain with memories of what he loved most. I whispered in his ear that he was my boy, I've loved him every second and he'll always be a part of our life. He closed his eyes, and I remained with him for some time after, cradling his head in my arms, rubbing his ears and unaware of anything around me. I kissed his face goodbye and smelled him for the last time. I was physically and emotionally devastated after his transition. But he revealed himself for seven days beginning that night. That evening, when I'd shut the house done for the night and before shutting off the last lamp, I said "Please Alex. Let me know you're okay." The following morning, the light was on. For the next week, when I'd shut the light off, I'd audibly say 'goodnight Alex' - and the following morning the light would be on. Knowing I'd shut it off, because the light would've been immediately noticed eminating through to my bedroom. The last night, before shutting the light off I said "It's okay, Alex". "I know you're okay. You can rest now." The following morning, the light wasn't on.....and it didn't go on again by itself until.....The night before Vayla was to have a mast cell tumor removed, before I'd shut the light off I requested "Alex, please watch over your sister tomorrow. Don't let anything happen to her. Be her guardian angel." The following morning, the light was on again :) I was thrilled and relieved, knowing Vayla's outcome would be wonderful, as it was, and that he continues to be a part of us. Alex is still with us. I should mention that since the first series of light lighting, the lamp had been moved to a different part of the room, and plugged into a different outlet. Those events solidified for me a belief that those who embed themselves so deeply into our souls are never more than a breath away. Because of those events, I'm relieved that while I may look at pictures of him and recollect happy times, having him continue to be a part of my life provides immeasureable comfort. Every night before going to bed, I rub his urn on the mantle and tell him 'sweet dreams', because he continues to be an integral part of our family. So to my sweet boy who paved a loving trail for Vayla, Joey, Tucker and Max - thank you for your loyalty, protection, sillyness, devotion and all that you continue to be. I love you deeply and always.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 4th 2009 More than 7 years!

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Meet my family
♥ Vayla
♥ Tucker
♥ Joey
♥ Max

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A Tribute to an Angel~Actually, a Few Angels

An Angel's Tribute

December 4th 2009 8:55 pm
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Recently, through a wonderful pal of mine, Cookie, our lives at the Bridge have been eloquently recounted. As Cookie wrote, we are very, very busy pups up here and very happy, indeed. And we always keep an eye on all those back on the planet.

Many Dogsters have asked who I am, since I passed before my furmily became Dogsters and encouraged Mom to put a page up. So here I am!!

When I lived with Mom, we were the 4 Musketeers~ Joey, Vayla, Mom and me; and I was the boss. Albeit a boss with a very kind heart and a silly smile. I see that Mom now has Tucker and Max, and I'm relieved that Joey and Vayla are so well loved and protected by the boys.

Now I'm official - a Dogster with a Diary Entry!!!

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