K a e d e

A short story about our Weimaraner.

I bought Kaede as a birthday gift for my husband three years ago. We all piled up in the car and drove about 60 miles to find her breeder.
There must have been about a dozen of these special gifts piled on top of each other. Kaede was off by herself and took the initiative to
walk towards where we were watching. She snuggled up against my husband's work shirt and we came back when she was older to take her home. She cried so much for her mama the first two nights that I almost took her back but knew she wouldn't be able to stay there.
My husband adores her and soon all of his conversations began with, "My puppy..." After three years, mentions begin with, "My dog, Kaede..."