Robyn
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My sweet and beautiful Glory passed away not long ago. She was my rescue akbash and was quite the girl.
She was instrumental in training many many dogs for me. Many rescue LGD would not be where they are now, working in fields, had it not been for Glory and her iron will.
Glory was a foster that left us and was placed in what was through to be a good home by the national rescue. He said that she didn't work, wouldn't work and was worthless and he apparently stopped feeding her at some point before he turned her back over to rescue.
When I got the call that shw was in need again, I instantly drove to Tulsa to get her. Once she was in the back of my Explorer, she would not allow any of the transporters to touch her, but me. She didn't leave the explorer until we got home, then she jumped out and went right to the gate and waited for me to open it. I promised her then that she would never have to leave this farm again.
She was around 6 years old when we got her, and we estimate that she was 11-12 years old. That is a long life for a working LGD. There came a time when we had to retire Glory to the yard, as she was getting so old that she was no longer able to defend her alpha position in the pack.
It broke my heart to watch her stand at the fenceline to the pasture and pace, knowing that there was work to be done and she wasn't doing it. In her heart, she was still the young beautiful girl that could take on the world and live to tell about it. As time passed, she began to forget things, sometimes not even recognizing us.
It broke my heart, but she just kep plugging along and the vet said that she was still healthy, just old and forgetful.
As winter hit us this year, Jim fixed a place in the warm garage for Glory and she took up residence, leaving to potty and walk about, but quickly coming back to her bed.
She died in her sleep and she was peaceful when she left us. She went to sleep and awoke in a new world, young and breathtaking again. Full of power, grace and dignity, I know she patrols the pastures of heaven, waiting for the rest of us to join her.
Fly high Glory, you will always hold my heart.
She was instrumental in training many many dogs for me. Many rescue LGD would not be where they are now, working in fields, had it not been for Glory and her iron will.
Glory was a foster that left us and was placed in what was through to be a good home by the national rescue. He said that she didn't work, wouldn't work and was worthless and he apparently stopped feeding her at some point before he turned her back over to rescue.
When I got the call that shw was in need again, I instantly drove to Tulsa to get her. Once she was in the back of my Explorer, she would not allow any of the transporters to touch her, but me. She didn't leave the explorer until we got home, then she jumped out and went right to the gate and waited for me to open it. I promised her then that she would never have to leave this farm again.
She was around 6 years old when we got her, and we estimate that she was 11-12 years old. That is a long life for a working LGD. There came a time when we had to retire Glory to the yard, as she was getting so old that she was no longer able to defend her alpha position in the pack.
It broke my heart to watch her stand at the fenceline to the pasture and pace, knowing that there was work to be done and she wasn't doing it. In her heart, she was still the young beautiful girl that could take on the world and live to tell about it. As time passed, she began to forget things, sometimes not even recognizing us.
It broke my heart, but she just kep plugging along and the vet said that she was still healthy, just old and forgetful.
As winter hit us this year, Jim fixed a place in the warm garage for Glory and she took up residence, leaving to potty and walk about, but quickly coming back to her bed.
She died in her sleep and she was peaceful when she left us. She went to sleep and awoke in a new world, young and breathtaking again. Full of power, grace and dignity, I know she patrols the pastures of heaven, waiting for the rest of us to join her.
Fly high Glory, you will always hold my heart.
