Vomsirius German Shepherds

31/08/2024

31/08/2024

😍🍀

30/08/2024

The Lady and the Tramp irl ❤️🍀

16/08/2024

❤️❤️

16/08/2024

In Argentina, there's a restaurant called Restobar Dickens, with a sign saying:
"We ask all our customers with all our hearts not to be upset by the number of stray dogs that may be in the restaurant.
We are a pet friendly place and we give water, food and lots of love to these sweet angels. I'm sorry if it bothers you, but they're not doing anything wrong, they're just looking for food or shelter.
Thank you very much! ,❤️

16/08/2024

I went to a shelter to get a dog and I saw this brindle laying on the hard ground. I made eye contact with him and he got up and he brought a tennis ball over. I asked to see him and I was told he was returned two times because he was too wild and cried all the time. When he was brought back to his cage he cried. It broke my heart. I told the man I wanted him. He told me I'd be sorry. When we got home I worked with him and changed things so he'd be comfortable. He has bad separation anxiety. Everything worked out. He's my pal. We play catch with tennis balls daily. His name is Popeye. 🤗❤

16/08/2024

The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
Don't let your heart hold back its tears

16/08/2024

In the quiet hours of the night, when the house settles into a gentle rhythm, my father finds solace on the sofa bed downstairs. Beside him lies our elderly dog—a loyal friend who has aged gracefully but now faces the limitations of time. The stairs, once a familiar pathway to cozy bedrooms and dreams, have become insurmountable for our faithful companion.
As Dad settles into the cushions, he pats the worn fabric, inviting our canine friend to join him. The dog's eyes, clouded with wisdom and a lifetime of shared moments, meet Dad's gaze. There's an unspoken understanding between them—a silent pact forged over years of companionship. The dog's once-energetic tail now wags gently, as if to say, "I'm here, old friend."
Together, they drift into sleep—the rhythmic breathing of one blending seamlessly with the other. The dog's warmth radiates, providing comfort to Dad's tired bones. Memories flood the room—the days when the dog chased after tennis balls, the laughter echoing through the hallways, and the joy of simple walks in the park. Now, those memories are etched into the fabric of the sofa, woven into the very fibers that cradle them both.
The stairs stand as a silent barrier, separating the upper floor—the realm of dreams and memories—from the cozy refuge below. Our dog, once agile and spry, now struggles with each step. His eyes, still bright with love, watch Dad ascend to his own bed. But the dog remains steadfast, choosing the familiar comfort of the living room over the uncertainty of the climb.
Dad's love knows no bounds. He sacrifices his own restful nights to be near our faithful companion. He listens to the soft snores, the occasional whimper, and the gentle sighs. In return, the dog offers silent gratitude—a nuzzle against Dad's hand, a paw resting on his chest. Their hearts beat in sync, a testament to the enduring bond between man and animal.
And so, in the dim glow of the nightlight, they share their stories. Dad whispers about his youth, his dreams, and the adventures that shaped him. The dog, with eyes half-closed, listens as if understanding every word. Perhaps he does. Perhaps he knows that these moments—the ones spent on the sofa bed—are precious beyond measure.
As dawn approaches, Dad strokes the dog's fur, feeling the rise and fall of each breath. He knows that time is fleeting, that their roles have reversed. He becomes the caregiver, the protector, the one who ensures the dog's comfort. And in this act of compassion, he learns the true meaning of love—a love that transcends words and defies the limitations of aging bodies.

16/08/2024

Mother Love 😢❤️