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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.
Meet

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'

Heidi at 9 months old

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 ALOT!
Swimming is one of the best forms of exercise for a dysplastic dog
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.
 

Heidi

 
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.
Meet

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...

A beautiful 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
GOOD NEWS
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 spinal cord.
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 family,
Braxx went to Rainbow Bridge.
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...
RAINBOW BRIDGE
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
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 left behind.
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...
*Author Unknown*
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...

Braxenburg

At least, maybe a part of him will live on.

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