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When I started on my search for a Rottweiler in 1992, I had never
had the pleasure
of having a dog as a pet....let alone a Rottweiler! It took me
a good 6-8 months of researching breeders and discovering for myself what
my expectations would be of a great breeder and a well-bred Rottie. At
that time..my main priorities were an excellent and reliable temperament,
from proven lines/parents and support from the breeder. The search was
kinda scary..I almost abandoned my search and went on to another breed.
But at the last moment..I found my first Rottie...Heidi.
CH.Damien's Poetry In Motion CD,CGC
(BISS, BIS Am/Can CH.Black Oak's Archangel CD,CGC
ex CH.Damien's I'm A Class Act)
Heidi at 9 months old
Heidi was the smartest puppy I have ever known. She learned to
sit, down, stand and was housebroken by 9 weeks old. Looking back...I don't
know if she ever had the mind of a baby. Initially, I just wanted a companion
but then we took her
to her first sanction match at 5 months old and returned home with
a .50¢ ribbon...we were hooked!
Heidi was pointed by the age of 7 months and finished her Championship
just over 1 year of age.
Heidi and I worked on her CD and she received her CD title just
after the age of 2 years old.
Heidi was a patient girl for us..she taught us quite a bit about
life and she has matured into a
wonderful, happy girl. Fate intervened November 1994 when we went
to routinely check her hips to certify for OFA...well, they didn't. I was
devastated but more so..because I was un-sure what
the future held for her being dysplastic.
Through discussions with different Veteranians and the OFA... I
came to the conclusion that she would always be the same dog and that the
worst thing I could do would be to stop her activities.
One of Heidi's absolutely favourite things to do is swim..and swim
Swimming is one of the best forms of exercise for a dysplastic
as they're weightless in the water.
Heidi at 3 years old
Heidi died on Spetember 24, 1998 to Lymphoma, a cruel vicious cancer
that attacks the Lymph Nodes. The pain of losing her is unbearable.
When Heidi was 1 year old...I got the itch for another Rottweiler
and the breeder that I adopted Heidi from just happened to have a linebred
litter coming up. I wanted a male and...
Sure enough, 8 boys were born. From this litter I picked my male
Rottie that would greatly
influence my life and future.
CH.Damien's Renegade Braxx CD,CGC
(Multi BISS, Multi BIS Select CH.I'm Oliver von
Damien CD,CGC,RTD ex Helena von Damien)
Heidi guarding 8 week old Braxx.
Braxx came to us full of zest & life. He was a HUGE puppy,
a roly-poly Rottie bear with his main intent in life to torment Heidi.
He LOVED Heidi..and always would bark at her to say,
'C'mon, Heidi, LET'S PLAY!'
Braxx was a beautiful puppy and although he was a slow maturer,
he grew into a very handsome boy...
Braxx at 18 months old
Braxx was MY dog to show and I showed him to his first points when
he was only 6 months, 3 days old. Braxx's CD title came in 4 trials by
the time he was 18 months old.
Braxx (January 1996) Just over 2 Yrs old here.
Once Braxx turned 2 yrs old, we had him x-rayed and
Braxx was certified through OFA & OVC (hips & elbows) as
well as his eyes CERF'ed, Thyroid & Von Willebrands clear. Braxx was
maturing into a large impressive dog..he weighed
approximately 115 lbs and was a solid, sturdy, powerful boy. I
noticed a limp in December 1995 and I attributed it to an injury at the
park...but this limp wouldn't go away.
The limp became so bad that I had booties made for him that stopped
him from scraping his knuckles open. We had a mylogram performed on him
and in March 1996,
he was diagnosed with a growth on C3 of the ventrical view of his
This wasn't hereditary but rather congenital.
The surgery was extremely dangerous to do and I wasn't given the
best odds of Braxx even surviving through the surgery.
The cell damage was irrepairable and he would always limp heavily.
On a warm July evening (July 18, 1996) surrounded by friends and
Braxx went to Rainbow
The decision was probably the hardest I have ever faced and I think
of him everyday. I miss him so.
My heart is still heavy and aches for him...
Just this side of Heaven is a place called
When an animal dies that has been especially
close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows
and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine
and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old
are restored to health and vigor;
those who were hurt or maimed are made whole
and strong again, just as
we remember them in our dreams of days and
times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except
for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was
They all run and play together, but the day
comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes
are intent; his eager body begins to quiver.
Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying
over the green grass, faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never
to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face;
your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into those trusting eyes,
so long gone from your life, but never absent
from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
Braxx was an incredibly fun dog, he would make everyone smile,
he would yell and bark over the fence at passers-by, he would protect
his girl-dog, Heidi from other boys at the park, he was the resident squirrel
chaser, loved to go
for car-rides, loved to visit people, loved going to
dog school, was a perfect gentlemen around other males,
he modelled & performed runway walks at fashion shows.
He adored kids especially my 3 year
old cousin, Adam who wondered
after Braxx died,
'Where is Braxx?', 'Where is the big dog?'
He loved my grandmother who could walk him on a buckle collar but
in the same instance, knock me over if he wanted to play.
He was my circus dog...He could 'wave good-bye', 'be a bear',
'Do Elvis', 'babywoof', 'speak', and 'bow'.
I really do miss him.
BRAXX (October 20, 1993-July 18, 1996)
My registered kennel name is named after him...
At least, maybe a part of him will live on.
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