Jerry's Page L[1.6.0]
1
2

Hi there, my name is >> JERRY << It could be this was due to >> Tom + Jerry << that I was given this name (but not for sure). Also I was once an adorable little cub everyone fell in love with? However, I was left alone at home (by my first family) all day long. So I did what I could do best - keep myself occupied and busy (doing silly things probably). The (not so nice) result:  I was dropped off in an animal home, before I was fully grown and only little more than 1/2 a year old. Whatever happened between this point and my second life shall remain my personal memory, but I have to recall that the home of abandoned animals took care of me - best they could. It was some time after that, that a man wearing a hat showed in front of my living-space - and stood there quiet. Just looking. So I leaned my head to a side and looked back.

3

Few days after the same man showed up again with 2 more faces beside him. Next the animals-home caretaker would too show with a leash and my visitors were taking me out for a good walk. This did continue for some weeks on a 2 to 3 day a week roster, which was followed by the first week-end stay over. The next time they came to visit me they brought their own leash and a new collar, from which I understood: I made it, I got myself adopted.

4

In the new house I found that I had to arrange with 2x bunny mates living in the same family, I had an own small garden (which I intended to reshape) and I was given plenty of food to finish my growing period and first year of life, at a shoulder height of slightly above 60cm. It took my new family some time to figure out that I was scared of basements, the hissing noise of plastic or paper bags, my like and dislike of water in different states, food preferences and so on. However I did put on some weight and today I weigh well above 40 kg. Too it was apparent that I had never received a dog's training and I had difficulties to find my position in this group (which were talking to me in what sounded like 3 entirely different languages). After  a few month they started to take me to a dog school which I attended together with 10 to 16 of my mates for 1+1/2 hrs every week. We (and my new family members) were taught some proper commands and rules to follow and obey, to take the right place in the hierarchy, what to do and what not to do. This continued for a year and I enjoyed every session since there also always was some time to play with my mates. I have to admit most the lessons I took I was accompanied there by the person called "PAPA".

5

This year 2017 December I am little over 3 years old. I still enjoy to play with the many plushies I am given (mainly by one of the neighbours) and I always give my best to destroy them as quickly as I can. The "MAMA" person is not always happy about this, as I am distributing the stuffing all over the house. Mixed together with my own furs hair which I drop 12 month a year as good as I can. To my real parents exists no information, beside the surmise that a "Malino" or "Belgium Shepherd" was involved. However, the vet-doc said I am a perfectly healthy dog - but I should gain some weight and cool down a bit more. Otherwise I am perfectly happy with my new family, I am dropping my fears and phobias one by one and I enjoy the every day morning and evening walks in course of which I mostly too meet some of my dog friends I came to know around the new home. A things that makes me sad is: As much care as I was taking of my 2 bunny mates (like finding and retrieving them after their escapes, or guiding them to their own house in the garden at night time) these 2 friends of mine are not with me anymore since they diseased one not too long after the other. I am signing these words with own my pawn-print.

6

To make long story short: I devleoped an eppilepssie, went through multipel attacks (scaring my family), lots of headaches and near misses- resurections. And finally did die of a no-returm attack in 2022. It started with an occasional attack in the early days. Became more frequent over the years. The end was a never ending loop of attacks leading next to each other. Heavy medication over the years helped a bit to control butcould not make the thing go away. So in the end I became hardly 8 years old.

9