Addison

Addy was the first dog I ever adopted as an adult and raised from a puppy, it was fate because as I later found out, she and I shared a birthday.  My wife and I saw her and loved her markings...we didn't know what we were in for when getting an Australian Shepherd.  We found out very quickly that Aussies need jobs to do or else they will find things to do and typically they weren't things that you would want them to do.  Once we found out how to "work" her she became one of the best dogs I have ever known.  She definitely was easy to read in that she could be very vocal about her displeasure with her water bowl being empty or when she wanted to share your dinner.  I vividly remember "arguments" between her and my wife in which Addy would bark and howl at her and my wife would say, "I don't care, you can't have my food!".  Addy was in hog heaven when we bought our house because it gave her a backyard to roam in and keep the squirrels away.  Our neighbor actually told us a story about how he and Addy would always have "conversations" when he was working in the backyard and that he was sure going to miss them.  As Addy got a little older, she became very in tune with our emotions and was always there to comfort us when we were upset, even when watching sports and being frustrated by the "damn bears/colts/cubs/sox".  She always wanted to climb into our laps and make sure that we were ok.  I have never had such a strong bond with an animal and losing her has left a gaping hole that may never fill, she is a founding member of our family in that she was there when my wife and I got married.  She went through all of our ups and downs and even toward the end, she always seemed more worried about us than herself.  

We love you so much fuzzface