This is my Guinevere page. I found 'Gwen" when she was approximately 6 months old, on New Years Day, 1993. She was my third dog. My first was Tina, a cocker-poodle mix that was one of the sweetest dogs. Sadly, she was to die a couple of months before her first birthday. I was absolutely heartbroken. My second dog was an Alaskan Malamute named Fuzzy (Fuzz for short). He was a big, fuzzy, loveable dog with this brilliant black and white coat. He lived to about 14 years of age.
          Gwen and I went through a lot of great times together, and also some not so good times. Gwen traveled all over the USA with me, on vacations and business trips. She was versatile like me..  equally okay in a tent at Yosemite, or the Hilton in Chicago. Gwen was also my running buddy. In her prime, she could easily run more than 18 miles in the hills. She loved to swim and just dove into a swimming pool or the ocean. She was a great jumper and leaper when she was young. Guinevere was the most all around athletic dog I have ever come across. She never took to frisbees, but she loved balls and ball toys.  
My Dog Guinevere
Why I Fight For Animal Rights
We all do certain things, sometimes to the amazement of others, for our own personal reasons. I am vegetarian and do not believe in harming animals for humanitarian reasons. I believe in the right of all living creatures to live lives of dignity. Growing up, I never liked to see animals hurt. I went to a circus once, and I saw this magnificent elephant in chains. The elephant also had all these discolored marks on it's body. After the show, I watched the circus employee leading the elephant away with a sharp gaff. The sight of this huge and noble creature in chains, with scars from years of being gaffed, clubbed, and who knows what, with it's sad eyes and beaten down spirit, no, this couldn't be right. Since that time I have seen dogs kicked, have been to a factory chicken ranch, watched videos of slaughter houses and animals being "processed" for their fur. I saw how cows are killed for their meat, how even our beloved dogs are skinned for their fur. I've seen what goes on at puppy mills, what happens to race dogs and race horses when they are no longer needed. Instances of animals caged up and left to starve are far too many.  Perhaps the cruelest of all is the way "veal" is created. Do you know?  Then we have animal research, which usually is such a useless cruelty. We have the Draize Eye test, and of course all of the testing carried out by consumer product manufacturers like Proctor & Gamble. Beagles, by the way,  are always a favorite of animal testing. On the black market tens of thousands of dogs and cats are purchased for testing. Many beloved pets have been stolen and sold for this purpose. Whenever I think of animals being harmed, of animals suffering, being tortured, of being foced to live lives of misery and mistreatment, I think of my dog Guinevere. I can't fathom her going through any of those things and I don't believe any other animal should either. That's what I believe.
I was devastated to lose my Gwen November 20th, 2006. Every time I turn around, I expect to see her following me. I think for someone like me, single, no kids, or family, you just get so close with your pets. She was truly my best friend. I think I needed gwen more than she needed me. She also taught me a lot about life, and also about death. I don't know where people or dogs go when they die, (does anyone really?) but if there is any type of afterlife, I hope that Guinevere and I will meet there again someday.
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