Shasta's birth year is an estimate. She was somewhere between 2 and 5 years old when my husband and I adopted her in 2005.
Shasta was definitely a German Shepherd Dog mix and possibly also part Chow-Chow, from her appearance. She had a gorgeous, thick, soft coat. Someone dumped her a mile west of Will Rogers World Airport in southwest Oklahoma City. Back in 2005, there were few homes anywhere nearby, and many owners dumped their unwanted dogs around the airport where there was little vehicular traffic. Several people who worked at or near the airport left food and water for Shasta and even tried to take her home. She was skittish, though, and wouldn't let anyone near her. One day I worked much later than usual, so there was no traffic when I stopped to check on her. She came closer to me but wouldn't let me touch her. She started sniffing my car all the way around and around the exterior, and I'm certain she could smell my other dogs' scents. I opened the rear passenger door of my car and backed away, and she jumped right in! She took to us right away, and my husband named her Shasta.
She was a good, trusting, and loyal friend to us until she passed on. Shasta had developed hip dysplasia and arthritis, as many old dogs do. She had been on medication for some time but was having a really difficult time getting to her feet without help. Finally, her digestive system began to fail. She was ready to leave this world, and we knew we had to release her. We will always love and miss her.
We have her ashes until the day when both of us are gone and our ashes can be buried with all the ashes of our furry babies.
Shasta was definitely a German Shepherd Dog mix and possibly also part Chow-Chow, from her appearance. She had a gorgeous, thick, soft coat. Someone dumped her a mile west of Will Rogers World Airport in southwest Oklahoma City. Back in 2005, there were few homes anywhere nearby, and many owners dumped their unwanted dogs around the airport where there was little vehicular traffic. Several people who worked at or near the airport left food and water for Shasta and even tried to take her home. She was skittish, though, and wouldn't let anyone near her. One day I worked much later than usual, so there was no traffic when I stopped to check on her. She came closer to me but wouldn't let me touch her. She started sniffing my car all the way around and around the exterior, and I'm certain she could smell my other dogs' scents. I opened the rear passenger door of my car and backed away, and she jumped right in! She took to us right away, and my husband named her Shasta.
She was a good, trusting, and loyal friend to us until she passed on. Shasta had developed hip dysplasia and arthritis, as many old dogs do. She had been on medication for some time but was having a really difficult time getting to her feet without help. Finally, her digestive system began to fail. She was ready to leave this world, and we knew we had to release her. We will always love and miss her.
We have her ashes until the day when both of us are gone and our ashes can be buried with all the ashes of our furry babies.
Shasta's birth year is an estimate. She was somewhere between 2 and 5 years old when my husband and I adopted her in 2005.
Shasta was definitely a German Shepherd Dog mix and possibly also part Chow-Chow, from her appearance. She had a gorgeous, thick, soft coat. Someone dumped her a mile west of Will Rogers World Airport in southwest Oklahoma City. Back in 2005, there were few homes anywhere nearby, and many owners dumped their unwanted dogs around the airport where there was little vehicular traffic. Several people who worked at or near the airport left food and water for Shasta and even tried to take her home. She was skittish, though, and wouldn't let anyone near her. One day I worked much later than usual, so there was no traffic when I stopped to check on her. She came closer to me but wouldn't let me touch her. She started sniffing my car all the way around and around the exterior, and I'm certain she could smell my other dogs' scents. I opened the rear passenger door of my car and backed away, and she jumped right in! She took to us right away, and my husband named her Shasta.
She was a good, trusting, and loyal friend to us until she passed on. Shasta had developed hip dysplasia and arthritis, as many old dogs do. She had been on medication for some time but was having a really difficult time getting to her feet without help. Finally, her digestive system began to fail. She was ready to leave this world, and we knew we had to release her. We will always love and miss her.
We have her ashes until the day when both of us are gone and our ashes can be buried with all the ashes of our furry babies.
Shasta was definitely a German Shepherd Dog mix and possibly also part Chow-Chow, from her appearance. She had a gorgeous, thick, soft coat. Someone dumped her a mile west of Will Rogers World Airport in southwest Oklahoma City. Back in 2005, there were few homes anywhere nearby, and many owners dumped their unwanted dogs around the airport where there was little vehicular traffic. Several people who worked at or near the airport left food and water for Shasta and even tried to take her home. She was skittish, though, and wouldn't let anyone near her. One day I worked much later than usual, so there was no traffic when I stopped to check on her. She came closer to me but wouldn't let me touch her. She started sniffing my car all the way around and around the exterior, and I'm certain she could smell my other dogs' scents. I opened the rear passenger door of my car and backed away, and she jumped right in! She took to us right away, and my husband named her Shasta.
She was a good, trusting, and loyal friend to us until she passed on. Shasta had developed hip dysplasia and arthritis, as many old dogs do. She had been on medication for some time but was having a really difficult time getting to her feet without help. Finally, her digestive system began to fail. She was ready to leave this world, and we knew we had to release her. We will always love and miss her.
We have her ashes until the day when both of us are gone and our ashes can be buried with all the ashes of our furry babies.
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