I lost my Molly to lymphoma several years ago. Molly was very special to me, she was a beautiful german shepherd. Her story is very sad and I felt the dog never caught a break.
I got Molly in an unusual way, my daughter at the time was dating a man that had a roommate that had Molly, he kept her crated for 18 months. He didn't want her but kept her just so his x wife couldn't have her. This jerk would go away for weekends and leave the dog crated with no food or water. Luckily my daughter's boyfriend would buy her food and care for her when her owner was away. So one day the boyfriend invited my daughter to his house, when she saw Molly and the condition she was in she was in a rage, she told the owner she was going to report him for animal abuse ect. He unlocked the cage and said to her "take the damn dog or I'll shoot her". So of course she brought the dog to me. I had another shepherd at the time but I couldn't turn her away. She was not and never would be a "normal" shepherd. She didn't even know how to bark. Course my other shepherd (another female) was not happy having her here but oh well, get over it. I think I was the only person that ever showed this dog and love and she quickly bonded so tightly to me I couldn't be out of her sight. At first she was terrified of me, all she knew was the crate so I set up a crate for her and left the door open for her to go in and out, first couple of days if I spoke to her she hide in the crate, I ignored her, then she started peeking out to see what I was doing, within about ten days the crate was put away and I had a new shadow. I took her to the vet, she had lyme disease, her nails were so long she could hardly walk, I got her toys and taught her to play and eventually her and my other one would run through the woods together having a great time. Five years later I took her to the vet for just a regular checkup and found out she had lymphoma. I brought her home and cared for her, knowing it was only a matter of time, I promised her that my face would be the last thing she saw. Five weeks later, I got up and found her all bloated up and having a hard time to breathe, I knew this would be her last car ride. But I kept my promise to her, she died in my arms. I've had shepherds for many years but Molly for whatever reason was extra special to me. She was so grateful for any little kindness shown her and she never did anything wrong, I think she was always afraid of getting in trouble, which never happened with me, but who knows how much she'd been abused in her younger life. She never caught a break, all her life she was at the mercy of someone else and died the same way. But even though our time was short I still have my memories of her and think of her often.
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion"