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Cancer Patient

Missing Dad

Hi there,

I haven't been able to update my profile for a while now. I've been very upset since my Mom told me that my Dad was killed in action on June 21, 2008. He had been away from home for so long but I knew that every day that passed brought him closer to returning to us. I am very proud of my Dad though since he truly believed in the work he was doing and was proud to serve our country. He was the best Dad I could have ever asked for.

Today is my birthday and I don't even feel like celebrating. Perhaps a treat or two will be consumed but I won't be happy about it.
I hope all of you out there are happy and surrounded by the humans you love.

Woof woof,
Hannibal Barca

Dad's Birthday

Hi Everyone,

I am still blue, and so is my Dad. He's still with is other pack (The Army) in Afghanistan, but is going to move to a place called Kandahar. He's not sure if there are more homeless dogs there, but he'll tell me.

Meanwhile, I am injured. I have a bad front leg, and I am on all sorts of pain killers until it heals. I know it has to do with age, but I feel really young inside.

My dad is really blue. Any time he hears I am not feeling well, he worries that we won't see each other ever again. Mom tries to cheer him up, but sometimes she gets worried, too.

As for me, I PRAY I will see him again, but I already thank God for having Mom and Dad find me at the rescue. They loved me more, in the past four years, than all of my other years combined. I was lucky to be part of this family, have my three beds, my two sets of bowls, a bunch of blankets, a kitty for a sister, a Mom who loves all wayward souls (like my kitty-sister, my human-Dad and me).

Dad sent me a present, but it hasn't gotten here, yet. It's HIS birthday, but he sent ME a present! Even MOM doesn't get a birthday present for Dad's birthday ... I must be pretty special to him.

Well, I am going to stand by the front door, in case the mailman brings my present. I can't wait! My Dad thinks of everything! It must be something really cool!

Woof Out, ya'all!

H.B.

Missing Dad

It's January of 2008, and my Dad has been away from home, off and on, for the past four months. He's in a human pack called "The Army," and I am told he had to go someplace where people don't often hang around with dogs.

I wish I were with him. He's not afraid or anything, but I do know he likes my company more than anyone else's in the whole world ... Mom may be higher up on that food chain, but then again ... we might be about even.

Dad's in Afghanistan. He goes out into parts of a city called Kabul. In some places, there are wild dogs that no one loves. But like he did with me ... he loves them up if they don't try to bite him.

I miss my Dad's smell. He used to come home from work, and hug me so hard I thought my sides were going to BUST! But I miss those hugs more than I like Hamburgers.

I am getting on in years. As a matter of fact, my life expectancy was only 8 1/2 - 10 years. Mom and Dad adopted me when I was 8. I am 11 now. I will be 12 when Dad finally comes home ... God, please let me make it at least that long. I want to see my Dad again.

Woof Out Ya'all.

H.B.