|Miss Immy Montana|
There is life after death, I can tell you this for certain and while she still cherishes the memory of me and continues to shed unexpected tears along the way, she has taken some steps to bring a new kind of love into her life. She will never know how much this particular dog needed her, but I do.
One of the tasks I was given when I came across the Rainbow Bridge was to choose a dog so that I could be its Guardian Angel. It was my mission to bring the two of them together. Somehow. Someway. Someday. I didn't know how I would do it with Kate in Arizona and Immy in Montana, but I knew that with God's help, it would be done.
As I made the choice, I looked at the Design of her life. One thing always leads to another and there is a selective process. She grew up with a pair of German Shepherds.
The day came when I was born into a litter of pups that were said to be "Collie-Poos". She thought it would be nice to have a low shed collie, but she didn't know that I had a significant amount of Afghan Hound in me that would make itself known in due time.
As I got older I really enjoyed playing with the smaller dogs at the dog park. One day she went online, saw a photo of Joey at VJ Ranch Rescue in Arizona and within a few days Joey joined our family. We always joked that he was an Afghan Terrier, he looked so much like me.
After I crossed the Rainbow Bridge I knew that she would eventually want a bigger dog (but probably not quite as big as me) and I just knew that she would eventually want an Afghan Hound. It's how everything was panning out. I learned that there are only about 500 Afghan Hounds born in the United States each year. I began searching for the right one. Meanwhile her friend Jane was sending her messages with Afghan Hounds who needed homes. "No," she would say, "I don't think I need a full blooded Afghan Hound." and she would cast them aside. Jane was planting seeds for me; for us.