(1/3) One day, my Grandma Sharon said she wanted to get a dog to comfort my Grandpa David because he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease. She had told me several times when I was a kid that she absolutely did not want a dog. I would describe her as strong, rather extravagant and organized. The concept of having a messy and boisterous pet directly interfered with her way of living. Nonetheless, my grandma also loved my grandpa more than anything in the world. Alzheimers is a horrible disease, and my grandma wanted to give my grandfather something to love and care. When she made of her mind that she would get him a small dog, she graciously allowed me to come on the journey to help pick out the corgi-terrier puppy of my choosing. When I went to the breeder ten years ago I looked at the dozen or so puppies that were in their little boarded off space. One puppy stood out though, there was an odd orange and white coloured runt. All the other dogs were black, energetic and excited that I was there. Yet, there was one little dog getting stomped on by the other dogs trying to jump up to see the exciting new visitors. I of course picked up the sad little crying puppy, and from there, me and my grandma decided to bring #Corky the #corgi home.
Corky continued to be there for my Grandpa AND my Grandma as my papa’s alzheimers got worse. My grandpa passed a few years ago, as horrible as this was, he was free from his pain. Although we all knew it, it still was a horrible tragedy for us all. The worst of all was how crushed my grandma was. They were your perfect textbook traditional couple, and the worlds most incredible grandparents. Throughout her pain and sorrow, the annoying yet lovable highly energetic little corgi was at her side through all of it. He followed her around and gave her whatever form of solace he could. She told me several times that she brought the puppy for my grandfather, but in reality, the dog was there for her after he left this earth. Sadly, life continued and more darkness came, my grandma was diagnosed with dementia. Corky continued to be her rock and something for her to love and look after. (Continued in the comments)