Dr. Forslund is an angel who came into our lives when we needed someone to help us with Dallas. She showed compassion to us both, petting and getting to know Dallas and comforting me. Dr. Forslund was so friendly and did not feel like a stranger to me. She did not rush the procedure. When Dallas went to sleep and it was time to take her away, it was done very lovingly by Dr. Forslund, especially in the way she gently lifted Dallas' head and then her body onto the canvas gurney and then tucked a blanket all around Dallas except for her head, like she was sleeping. It was so comforting to see Dallas go in a very dignified way. Thank you, Dr. Forslund!
Dallas was rescued from a dog shelter by my daughter. The shelter thought she
was one and a half then. Our daughter called us up to say she bought a dog that has the same color hair as her: red, brown, black, and blond. Dallas was a Chow-Chow/Golden Retriever with a sweet face and demeanor, reddish-brown fur, a black face, and a circle of black around her tail, which waved in the air like a feather. As she aged, the tail got lower and lower, but it still wagged.
She was my best friend. When my husband went out of town, Dallas took it upon herself to always sleep at the foot of the stairs. My protector. She would shadow me from room to room while in the house, and follow me when working out in the backyard. She was always within reach. Her ears would perk up when asked if she wanted to go for a walk. How she loved to run and walk! As she got older, the walks became shorter, but the time to walk them became longer.
Lola was Dallas' best friend and buddy for seven years and she misses her terribly; and when Dallas could no longer come into the house, Lola refused to come in and leave her alone.
Dallas was not a "licker" at all. She was simply a sweet, sweet dog. I was petting
Dallas on her last day, while waiting for Dr. Forslund to come. When I stopped petting her, she licked both of my hands and then put her big paw on my hands. This made me cry. She will always have a place in my heart. I loved her so, as did the rest of the family. She was just twelve and a half.
Hugs,
Marlene Rakeman
Brea