Abandoned on a dirt road in
Florida in August of 1993, little 8 week old 'nekkid' Hero would have died along with his
brother and sister if they hadn't been spotted that day by a good samaritan who brought
them to safety.
Hero and I had a destiny neither of us knew about that day. My life would become
immeasurably enriched by his gentle and loving ways and after his death he would lend his
name to my wonderful group of dog rescuers who came to be known nationally as HERO'S
WAGGIN TRAIN.
Hero lost his life to a sudden onset spinal aneurysm when he was not yet 6 years old. I
was left without his wonderful smooth, warm body with the long white crest who always sat
so sweetly on my left thigh and pressed his body hard into mine, while gazing adoringly
into my eyes. I miss him every day.
But he is remembered and his name lives on in a way that pleases me greatly. His name is
shared by many people who save lives.
I think that would please him.
-Victoria
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