09/09/2023
Why did we choose to breed Onyx?
After 20 plus years in the veterinary industry, I had a very strict rule- adopt, adopt, adopt. I never understood the desire to breed a dog when there are so many wonderful animals out there looking for a forever home. Honestly, part of me still feels this way. That is why my house currently holds 2 horses, a goat that thinks she is a horse, a wayward rabbit that found his way into my yard, a gecko, two dogs. 8 puppies and a cat with no eyes. Animals are my life.
In 2013, my 4 year old son was diagnosed with Type One diabetes. It rocked our world. Endless testing, monitoring, injecting, crying and pleading followed the next few months until we came into our own with the disease. Working in clinic, I would see service animals regularly and always be amazed at what they can do for their people. It was a goal to bring my son his own detection dog for his peace of mind and companionship. We researched and finally found a litter that was perfect. The day we met Onyx, I knew she was special. Fast forward to November 2021. We were in full swing of the lockdown and I was working from home. My son was losing interest in training and really just wanted to be anywhere but stuck inside with a dog. So, Onyx became mine. She would lay at my feet while I worked followed me everywhere.
I became very ill in the following months. My entire body was so painful that I could barely move. The only thing that help was compression. It hurt to be gently touched but relief when compressed. Every joint was swollen, every muscle felt like fire. Onyx knew. I would lay in bed and she would very gently pinpoint my most painful area and immediately lie down in it. She would lay there for hours. I can honestly say that she saved me. When I started to feel better, she encouraged play. When I relapsed, she instinctively knew exactly what to do. It has been a beautiful dance we share.
After a family night out, we were leaving a restaurant and my husband noticed this handsome black lab sitting at the feet of his owner. Without hesitation, he appraoches the man and asked if the dog was still intact. “Scout “ is the man’s PTSD service dog. It is rare to find a certified service dog that is still intact, so we knew it was fate. The conversation ended with exchanging of numbers. The rest is history…