Dave and I adopted Sierra when she was 12 weeks old from a backyard breeder who had accidentally bred her Boxer with a Doberman. We had only had Sierra about 24 hours when she got really sick and was diagnosed with Parvo. Vets said we had a 50/50 shot at saving her. We went for it and she survived, and since then she has always been our fighter. With the energy of a Boxer, the loyalty of a Doberman, and the intelligence beyond any dog I have ever had, Sierra was strong-willed and well-trained. She always wanted to be with Dave and I, and loved to hike and camp. As a result she was well-travelled going with is from coast to coast. Her sweetness and loyalty were beyond measure. She was always the first one to greet you at the door wagging her little nubbin tail and carrying her tug toy.
At just six years old, Sierra was diagnosed with lymphoma. We thought we only had about two weeks left with her and we were heart-broken. In the end, she fought on for four months. Sierra will be greatly missed, not only by her human parents, but by her companion, Baylee, our Golden Retriever. Thanks to Home to Heaven for making it possible for all of us to be there to see Sierra off. I know one day we will see you again, my friend, and until then know we loved you so much and will always miss you.