Arrival Story: Allie was born in Anchorage, Alaska. I named her Alyeska after a local ski resort but Allie is what we called her all of the time. I found an add in the paper and decided to go look at the puppies even though I had a deposit on a dog at the pet store. One look at the dirty, small ball of fur and it was over. I gave the woman extra money because I could not take her that day and I wanted to make sure they would hold her for me.
Bio: It has been too many years to count since Allie had to be put to sleep. Yet not a day goes by without me thinking about her, or getting teary eyed when reading this. She was an amaizing dog. We moved a bunch of times and with every move she made herself at home and knew exactly where her yard was. She loved to chase squirrels in the backyard. One time she ran so fast she wacked her nose on the boat trailer and had to go get stitches. Her body just wore out faster than I wanted it too. She had a seizure right around her 11th birthday and from there on it went down hill. I had every test run and nothing came back off enough to make a diagnosis. After that she started to have bladder infections quite regular. I hoped these things were unrelated and that she would be with us longer. One morning I knew we could not continue. I could not get her to get up and I felt so helpless. I had to call my friend, Debbie, to help me bring her to the vet. I will never forget that day in August. The day I had to say goodbye to my best friend, who had been there for me for so many years and so many ways. I hope that the Rainbow Bridge poem is true. That one day Allie will run up to me. No arthritis. No cancer. Just the beautiful dog I remember with all of our other dearly departed furry family members following behind her.