The Storm
There are periods in life that you remember as a series of events.
And there are others you remember as a single moment, even though they lasted for days.
For us, it was fifteen days.
Fifteen days.
Until then, the kennel had been growing.
We had begun to look ahead. Tigee had become a mother. Expee and Dekay were getting ready to follow her.
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There was Fame.
Only fifteen months old.
A young dog who hadn’t yet had the chance to grow into herself, and whom we were already looking at as a small piece of the future.
And suddenly, she fell ill.
A few days earlier, we had taken Fame with us to a show.
She hadn’t gone to compete. She was still young. We simply wanted her to start getting used to the show environment.
The people.
The noise.
All the dogs.
The crowds.
She had become very stressed.
So when, a little later, she showed the first symptoms, we turned to our vet.
His first assessment was that what we were seeing might be related to the intense stress she had been through at the show.
He gave us vitamins.
At that point, we had no reason to question his assessment.
We trusted him.
So we waited to see Fame recover.
Continue the story in the book.






