Quincy

In Loving Memory Of
Macos Cobra "Quincey"CD FDX
September 22, 1984 - January 8, 1994

My very first dog was a Doberman named Quincey. I was only 15 years old when my sisters brought him to me. I used to walk other people's dogs because where we lived the landlord wouldn't allow us to have one. But my sister kept Quincey during the week and I would get to see him on the weekends. It worked out, but then we bought our own house and Quincey got to live with us permanently.

I taught him agility and flyball, flyball was his favorite, my sister found Quincey at the kennel she worked at. He was 16 months old when I got him and apparently he had been abused and neglected, he was terrified of everything. I came home one night after walking the neighbor's dogs and my to older sisters were over. They told me to sit down and close my eyes and hold out my hands. I did. They handed me something wrapped in a towel, I honestly thought it was a kitten, they told me to open my eyes and I looked down and saw a leash, I looked at the end of that leash and Quincey was at the end of it.

Quincey was my bestest buddy, He was my only friend I had while growing up. We did alot of stuff together, and I'm glad that I gave him a chance at a really good life. I miss you lots Quincey and I still love you.