|Birth: ||Apr. 4, 1979|
Marty was my first pet, ever. I was 11 years old when we got him. He was the cutest puppy, ever! Then, as you can see in the pictures, he just kept growing and growing and growing. We had no idea he would grow into such a HUGE dog...
The ten years we had with Marty were never dull. He was known as the "King" of the neighborhood. People were just amazed at his size and demeanor. He was a well-behaved dog, when Mom was around. Otherwise, watch out. We made sure our shoes were hidden and out of reach. He ate one of Mom's new sandals. She wasn't pleased. She never even got the chance to wear them.
You should have seen my brother and I trying to take him for a walk. HA HA!!! That must have been a sight to see. I remember one time, Marty saw another dog, and I was trying to walk him. He decided to walk me. I fell down and he was dragging me along the sidewalk. My brother yelled "LET GO"!! so I did. Then we spent forever chasing him.
He seemed to enjoy these games. He always zigged when we zagged. Now it's hilarious to think about. Then, it was kind of painful but I would never trade any of these memories. Not for the whole world...
He was an awesome dog. The problem was, he knew it. My mom spoiled him. Every morning, after our breakfast, he would get the egg pan. He ate everything we did. After we all came home from Grandma & Grandpa's house one day, he even jumped on the counter and knocked down the slow cooker and ate our dinner. A whole pot roast and potatoes and all the fixins'. We had Wendy's for dinner that night...
I think the photos explain some of our time with Martums. My friends, my brother, and I used to ride him. I can't fully describe the experience of life with Marty. He was very unique. I've never met another dog like him. Even our next dog, Sandy, also a male collie. We adopted him from the animal shelter a while after Marty died. Sandy was a lover of all. Marty was, well, Marty...They looked a lot alike, but no personalities are the same, human or animal...
Marty near the end was growing weaker, unable to walk really. It happened pretty fast, which I was thankful for. I do regret not being with him at the end. Dad decided it was time to take him to the vet and end the suffering. I just couldn't go. I feel guilty he died without any family with him. None of us could do it. I wasn't strong enough then. I will always regret that...
Marty will always have a very special place in my heart. My first pet, who loved me unconditionally, as I did him. No matter all of the crazy things he did, I will never, ever forget that HUGE dog. I LOVE YOU MARTUMS!!!
****An update on Marty's story ~ my brother told me yesterday, 2/16/11, that he was with Marty at the time he was leaving this world. I never knew that until he mentioned it, after all these years. I am so relieved. HE WASN'T ALONE AFTER ALL! I can now let all those guilty feelings go...****
Body lost or destroyed
Created by: Sherri♥
Record added: Nov 28, 2010
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