|CH Breauhausen's Code Red TC PT HT
OFA GS-60704F24M-PI GS-EL12087-PI
January 28th, 1999 - May 14, 2010
|It seems contradictory to have so many "once in a lifetime dogs" doesn't it?
Sadly, I have another to add to the list; perhaps one of the hardest to let go of to date.
It's taken quite a while to write this....
Sometimes I'll read an obituary for a dog and it will be mentioned that so-and-so was an "easy" dog. That was not the
case with my Cody. Oh sure, he was an easy dog to finish, in fact the first two times he earned points he earned his
majors. He was an easy dog to show, I certainly didn't do anything fancy to ring train him and he always kept himself
in top condition, no roadwork necessary. He was an easy and successful stud dog, producing my first
home bred Champion from his very first litter. He was an easy keeper in fact.
But Cody wasn't easy to live with and perhaps the fault is mine. In fact, I'm certain it was. Cody was all mine; from the
moment I took him home as a screaming puppy in Good Friday Maryland to Pennsylvania traffic, to the moment he
jumped onto the couch (and never left it!) to the awful day I held him and said my last good-byes,
he was only happy when he was by my side.
Cody hated crates, he hated pens, he didn't like closed doors if there was a pretty girl on the other side and he didn't
much like fences; in fact he was quite the accomplished escape artist. I lost count of the crates and pens he found a
way out of and then there is the notorious escape from the hotel at the OH GSDCA Nationals. (You know, I've never
been able to watch the video of Red October's stud dog class...if Cody was limping it's because he was foot sore from
his escapades the day before.) Over the years, I simply gave up trying to contain him. Why bother? He wasn't trying
to GO anywhere, he was trying to GET to me! and...he was the perfect house dog, so I gave up....
There was never a night in his life that Cody didn't start off on the master bedroom bed unless we were traveling
and then he enjoyed a hotel bed. Not one night.
I should have known the day was coming; "knowing" though is very different than ever being prepared. For the last six
months of Cody's life we suspected cancer and at his last physical his vet detected an arrhythmia, so a firm diagnosis
and/or anesthesia or extensive treatment was out of the question.
I promised Cody I'd never let him lose his dignity. I told myself I would "know" when he didn't eat his dinner or
grab a toy for his nightly game of tug.
That night came on the evening of Thursday May 13th.
There are so many people to thank, the Breaults for selling a good one, to Ginny his co-breeder for your friendship, to
Patti for putting most of his points on him, to Pam for some points and all of the fun at the matches, Miguel for
finishing him, Christi for his first Group placement, Trish, Les, Olivia, Sean, to Amanda and Debbi for getting this green
handler to title Cody on sheep, Terri for leasing me the lovely Lexus to breed to him....
and to Shannon, Cody's vet for dropping everything to meet me on her day off to ease his final journey.
But there is so much more to a "show dog" than the showing; so much more than the thrill of a wonderful side gait, a
collection of photos, faded ribbons, old trophies. For those of us who live with our dogs, there is the day to day
enjoyment of them, and sadly, as they age and start to slow down, as a muzzle turns grey there is the
horrible realization that the days to make memories grow numbered.
Cody, you were easy to love and you certainly are easy to miss.