In the early 1970′s I had a German Short-Haired Pointer. She came to us when she was 3 years old. Her name was “Tres”. She was beautiful. One hundred percent dark “liver colored except for the tip of her tail and 3 (tres) large, solid white spots down her back . Field trained, she knew how to sit, stay, fetch, heel, retrieve and a million other commands I don’t even know the name of. As hunting dogs, German Short-Haired Pointers, have incredible stamina and energy.
So every day I took her to run in the park where there was a small lake, home to many ducks and migrating birds. When Trecy spotted a duck she would point – front leg up, white-tipped tail straight back, waiting for a command. She soon figured out that the only commands I knew had nothing to do with ducks and she’d jump into the water.
Except she didn’t know how to swim! While her hind legs dangled straight down in the water her front legs beat furiously, sending up a huge spray, propelling her through the water. People would come from all over the park to see what the commotion was. Thank goodness she couldn’t swim properly so the ducks could always get away.
Trecy was the sweetest, most gentle creature and everyone loved her. When I received this e-mail from Rosemary Lee tears came to my eyes. Look at the pictures of the Orangutan and the German Short Haired Pointer and you’ll see why.
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“After losing his parents, this 3-year-old orangutan was so depressed he wouldn’t eat and didn’t respond to any medical treatments. The veterinarians thought he would surely die from sadness.”
“The zoo keepers found an old sick dog on the grounds in the park at the zoo where the orangutan lived and took the dog to the animal treatment center. The dog arrived at the same time the orangutan was there being treated.”
“The 2 lost souls met and have been inseparable ever since. The orangutan found a new reason to live and each always tries his best to be a good companion to his new-found friend.”
“They are together 24 hours a day in all their activities.”
“They live in Northern California where swimming is their favorite pastime, although Roscoe (the orangutan) is a little afraid of the water and needs his friend’s help to swim.”
“They have found more than a friendly shoulder to lean on.”
Long Live Friendship!!!
“I don’t know… some say life is too short, others say it is too long, but I know that nothing that we do makes sense if we don’t touch the hearts of others… while it lasts!
May you always have
Love to Share, Health to Spare, and Friends who Care.”
A sheer delight this..
amazingly beautiful… A friend to care..I have in you Judy..and I am Happy.. visit me here today..
http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2012/05/written-for-leos-haiku-heights.html
There’s only been two times in my life that I feel my heart has actually broken from grief and sadness. One was when my mother died, the other was when Sandy died. This one I’m still having a hard time with…..a dog can definately be a best friend, and save the life of their friend over and over without even knowing it.
Thank goodness these two found each other!!
Judy,
This is the most wonderful thing to see. Dogs are the best.
I’m jealous of Roscoe! Dogs do indeed rule. Every minute I am not with my rescue/shelter dogs Ozzy and Duffy is one less minute of total and unconditional love in my life.
I LOVE this … great story!!