I got Shyanna out of the pound when she was 6 months old many years ago, in 2009. We just clicked. It’s like I’d known her a lifetime and she was my soul dog the second I met her. It was hard getting her out but with a lot of help in the background, it happened.

She was hyper like me, always on the go like me, loved playing, loved kids, and playing with her flirt pole on walks was her favorite thing to do. I noticed her slowing down with walking and even after a brief walk, she would fall. She would still try to chase that flirt pole though.

She got me involved in animal rescue. She changed my life. I did everything due to her opening my eyes and seeing things that needed to be changed. She loved me unconditionally when no one else did. She was always by my side. She was such a funny dog and I feel like I owe her this huge tribute for all the animals she saved due to being on WSLS and changing things at the pound. All I’ve got though is…I will miss her terribly. She wasn’t just a heart dog to me, she was my soul dog. The ONE. I know I’ll never experience or feel like this again. She gave me more than enough perfect memories to last the rest of my lifetime.