What a difference a year makes, the picture on the left was the very first picture I took of Gunner, it was November 2012. His name was CoCo then, his last name started with an A followed by numbers. He was skinny, he was scared, he was in constant pain. We would sit together at the shelter, outside in the grass, watching the other shelter dogs in playgroup with Tj Cunningham and Christina Voigt. I would talk softly to him and he would look at me with those sad eyes. He would eat the hot dogs I offered, taking them slowly out of my hand, looking at me right in the eyes as if to say "you won't hurt me right?" I would tell him it was ok and just pet him. The day he was put in quarantine for fear biting someone was the day I knew I had to get him out of there, I knew he would die if I did not. I rushed to the shelter to get him, and promptly became a "Foster Failure". He stole my heart, he helped me as I greived for the loss of my precious Frodo. His physical pain went away and the true nature of my Gunner shined through. A smart, loyal, happy, funny, loving dog rose from the ashes of the scared, skinny dog from the Shelter. He is Gunner his last name is Modrell, he is my dog, he is my heart, he is my friend. Thank you Lisa Germanis for fighting for him, for trying to heal him. Thank you Katherine Cohen for visiting him at the shelter and bringing him special treats, thank you to all of my shelter friends that spent time with him at the shelter. Thank you Nancy Garvey for telling me about the scared, hurting boy that could use my company. I am so blessed to have Gunner by my side.
