We found Tompson and he found us about 12 years ago. He joined Molly & Dusty who had been rescued already by us at that time. Tompson lived the first year of his life on a heavy chain , in the backyard in a neighborhood of trouble. He had a plastic childs swimming pool as his only source to drink and cool himself in the heat. His ears eaten up by flies and scarred----life changed for Tompson and for us the day our son found him. Tompson was a shepherd through and through. He took his job seriously beginning each morning with laps around our couple acres to be sure "all was well in our world" before Dave and I and the other 7 we eventually accumulated; came out for the day. Tompson loved every wayward dog that came to our home; whether they came to live with us permanently or they were a guest, hanging with us for days or a week while someone in the family was out of town or on vacation.
Teddy, our Lhasa Apso came to us a few years back and Teddy was used to being the "King of his Castle" so there was an adjustment at first between Ted and Tompson. As nature does; the new pecking order worked itself out quite easily and though these two were definitely our alpha males ; Teddy became quite comfortable with taking second position to "DADDY TOMPSON!" The two of them became hard & fast BUDS, they simply couldn't be separated; EXCEPT in death. Tompson was always the picture of health. We continue on in amazement that we have Molly (who came to us before Tompson, is about 14 years old (a toy poodle) and Molly had been attacked by 3 pit bulls and left for dead, when she was discovered laying in some bushes and rushed to the animal hospital. Molly wandered into a place that was no match for her; yet she lived and has flourished with us ever since. Sasha came to us 2 years ago and Sasha will be 15 years old this year and is deaf and blind.
So, it will remain a mystery to us---questions unanswered to Dave and I...WHY? WHY? a gorgeous, kind hearted, highly intelligent German Shepherd who LOVED EVERYONE HE MET............was called home before we were ready to let him go? Like a light switch from the beginning of December until February 13th, 2015, Tompsons health grossly deteriorated and he could no longer eat, had dramatically lost weight and muscle mass and was struggling to breathe. His Doctors believe it was probably an aggressive cancer that took him from this world. The 2 weeks prior to his death his brothers & sisters instinctively knew something was wrong. Dusty would preen his eyes, Bandit cleaned his ears. I fondly said to Dave, the day before we had to make the dreaded decision, as I watched the others clean Tompson: "well? Mom always said to have clean underwear when you leave the house in case you're in an accident." Our "kids" were making sure Tompson was clean for his journey home. We prayed every night that Tompson would simply close his eyes and gently depart; I even "gave him permission to go, that we would never forget him"----in the end, it was the vigilant, strong shepherd in him that wouldn't allow him to just check out. As much as it hurt him, he watched every move that was made. For Tompson, we knew we had to relieve him of his responsibilities, he was too dedicated to go on his own.
We envision you running like the wind now, Tompson----playing with balls, as you enjoyed. We WILL see you again, this is not where it ends.