Victor's Story

I don't blog anymore.  I do cherish all my posts and I have more material to write about that could last me for years, but until I'm ready to blog again, this story is worth writing about.  We once had the "perfect dog".  You can read about Koda Bear's Story here...

...Until Victor came into our lives.

After Koda died, it didn't take long for Victor to find us.  He was 7 months old when he was ready for a new home.  He was bred to be a drug sniffing police dog but since he didn't have the ball drive, he ended up in our home.  People giggled when we told them that because he really didn't have any ball drive.  Victor was the most laid back and easy going dog of all, and we liked that!

I don't know what I did to make Victor imprint on me so hard.  He would follow me around everywhere I went, wait for me outside the bathroom door and when I went around the corner, he was peeking around to make sure I didn't disappear.  He was protective of all of us and showed his love all the time.  I've been told that when I left the house, Victor would mope around and wait by the door and not even treats would get him away from the door until I got home.

Victor was the softest dog to pet.  He knew it too.  He expected everyone to pet him. Everyone loved Victor, even none-dog people.  There was just something about him that everyone loved.

Victor loved the snow, he loved being bathed and loved to swim. He was just a happy dog no matter what we were doing.



Victor could smell an egg and a piece of cheese a mile away and he would come running!

...And he had the strangest way of stretching.  Doggie yoga.










We believe that by the time Victor was born and when Koda Bear died, her soul found Victor about the time he was ready to leave his mother. A few months later, Victor joined our family.  Victor had every personality trait Koda had and more.  We saw Koda in Victor all the time.  We truly were the real story of A Dog's Purpose.

But God had other plans for Victor...

We were on vacation when our neighbor called and said Victor was acting very sick.  She took him into the vet to find out that he had pancreatitis and an infection that was affecting his liver.  The disease hit him so hard and so fast, that there wasn't anything anyone could've done.  He was in so much pain that the vet said she couldn't wait for us to get home that night from our vacation.  We were only part way home when God took Victor to heaven.

For the first time ever, I didn't want to come home from a vacation knowing he wouldn't be there to greet us at the door. The 8-hour drive could've taken 18 hours and I wouldn't have cared. It was the hardest homecoming we ever had.

We were blessed to have Victor for six years.  He truly was the "perfect dog".

 

Victor
March 15, 2012 - July 22, 2018