Tim will disagree and say that Shelby came first (before me), but really I did. I remember the day Tim brought her home from the pet store (where he worked part-time while in college). She was such a pretty puppy. She looked like a wolf pup. I remember how she used to hide under the kitchen table, how she used to "chicken leg" Jordan (his roommate's dog), how she used to eat ants, and would growl at me (she was very protective of Tim). I remember my niece and nephews visiting me at ISU. They loved playing with Shelby. She would smoother them with kisses. I remember when my niece, Kiara, was a baby. She adored Shelby, it was the whole reason she wanted to come visit:) I have pictures of her laying on Shelby, using her like a pillow. She was a very loved dog. Even though, she would get up on Nana's white chair and leave her black fur as evidence behind, Nana LOVED her. But, Tim loved Shelby more than anyone could love a dog.
For the past couple of months, Shelby's age definitely was showing. She struggled to sit down, get up and down stairs, get up from laying down, and controlling her bodily functions. The time came that we had to make the decision to have her put down. It has been a very very emotional afternoon. We will all miss her tremendously.
