Conan is our third Dane. He was born in 2004 and died in 2014. This photo is from 2009 (in the ancient times I wore 3" heels and pencil skirts everywhere).
I talk about him in the present tense often because he's still a part of our family and my life. Just because I don't see him lounging in his chair doesn't mean he isn't here.
I adopted Conan thinking that he would ease the trauma of Vaughn's death (Vaughn is our first Dane and my heart dog). Vaughn died in 2007, and I was attached to the idea that Conan could be just like him.
Bwah ha ha ha ha!
It never works out that way, does it?
Vaughn was small. Conan was massive. Vaughn was gentle and composed. Conan was intense and scattered. Vaughn was kind and attentive. Conan was kind and attentive.
Each animal in my family has a different place in my heart, in an entirely different way. Conan wasn't like Vaughn, not really. He was his own kind of excited hopping, squeaking, undignified brute. He did things Vaughn never would have considered.
Comparing them doesn't do me any favors because they are all just right as is.
I'm Shannon, and I love and am loved by four Great Danes, four cats, and one horse (four Danes, one cat, and one horse are no longer walking this earth). Here I'll share stories of my adventures in grief photography for companion animals, my own grief journey, and thoughts on caregiving.