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She was so tiny in my arms, skin and bones, about
6-weeks old according to the veterinarian. And she
was a Pitbull, a type of dogs I had never been
interested in. My type was the German Shepherd.
Apache became my therapy dog; we went
everywhere together for over 12 years, until she
passed away.
The Pitbull unfortunately has gotten a bad,
undeserved reputation.
They are strong, intelligent, and so much fun. They
are the clowns of the dog family, very loyal, super
loving, real cuddle-bugs. Once upon a time, they
were the baby-sitters for the children of farmers,
when the parents worked in the field.
She became “my type of
dogs.”
Here she is, with a favorite
toy, a couple of months
before her passing.
Apache helped me survive
the difficult years I spent
separated from my
children, by court order.
They kept being abused, and I was kept away.
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