I wanted to share some pics of Inara when she was younger. I know I’m biased, but I thought she was damned cute! Inara and her brother were born at a shelter. Their pregnant mother had been confiscated from a pit fighting ring in Akron, so the pups were at least born in safety. They were born October 22, 2005. I don’t know how many there were originally – by the time I arrived only Inara and her brother were alive. I adopted them on December 26, 2005. Here they are on the drive home, sharing a cardboard box:
Inara was a holy terror from day one, but Atlas was very sedate. Unfortunately, on January 6, ’06, Atlas woke up at about 6am having seizures, stumbling around in a circle and foaming at the mouth. I rushed him to the e-vet where they kept him for a couple hours then said his bloodwork was perfect and I should take him to my vet. My vet kept him over the weekend, heavily sedated. Sadly, on January 9, they told me that even if they could get the seizures under control there was a good possibility that he would be brain-damaged. So he was euthanized that morning as I held him.
Inara quickly grew into a gangly adolescent, all legs. For the longest time she had this fantastic puppy fat on her neck:
She was such a playful puppy, always ready for a game of tug or chase, but then also perfectly content to curl up on the couch and cuddle.
Time flew, and pretty soon it was her first birthday:
I could post billions of pictures, but she really didn’t change too much, appearance-wise, after her first birthday. She got a smidgeon taller and filled out a bit, but she’s still my little girl. I love her and cherish every day I have with her.