Meet Legan, my first Terv and dream come true.
Legan was born on April 19, 1996, which was:- The one-year anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing
- In a suburb of Oklahoma City
- Right around the actual time of the bombing
I lost Legan on October 10, 2007, after 11.5 amazing years. She had GI lymphoma, and the only good thing about it was that I had time with her. I knew something was wrong with my girl, and I had time to come to terms and say goodbye.
It was the worst day of my life.
Over time and through lots of tears, I realized that saying goodbye to Legan was only the beginning of my love for the Belgian Tervuren. I still miss her every day. I have no choice. She was "the One." Never before had I felt this type of bond with a dog. Every day, I would rush home from work or an errand with the anticipation of seeing her. To see her happy, goofy face was the undeniable highlight of my day.
I am in the process of getting my second Terv now. Her name will be Dreamer for reasons that I'll explain later. I am anticipating Dreamer's homecoming in the next month or two, but this anticipation cannot replace the love that I felt for Legan. She was a dream. Through Dreamer, I can keep the memory of Legan alive, and I am ready to love and dream again.
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