About 13 years ago Michelle heard a puppy crying. She looked up the driveway, and here was this 4 month old abandoned puppy coming to her. Love at first sight! If you know anything about Michelle, you know she instantly adopted him, and gave him the best home a dog could hope for.
She named him "Colt", but soon everyone knew him as "Coltie Dog". He wasn't a mongrel either; he was a composite. He had shepherd in him for sure, but what else we don't know. Coltie loved people. His big brown eyes could melt the staunchest heart.
About seven years ago Coltie suffered a freak accident where, a horse he was following, kicked a board that hit him in his right rear leg, breaking it. The Vet tried for six months, and several surgeries, to save it, but eventually the leg had to be removed. Now Coltie was a tripod.
I came to know Coltie about two years ago. By then, he was getting up in the years, and suffered from arthritis. You would think being three-legged and arthritic would cause a dog to lose his spirit. Not Coltie! He would follow us up mountain hikes and horseback rides. He never complained or showed a lack of spirit. Sometimes he'd lay down from exhaustion, but he'd always catch up to us.
This past week Coltie fell sick. It was the kind of illness his 91 year old dog body wouldn't have enough left to fight-off. So, we had to make that long ride to the Vet's office. The tears flowed freely from Michelle, me, and even the Vet. We really miss our Coltie Dog.