My name is Sharon Blomsma and my life started on april 27th 1988.
My love for animals is genetic from my mother’s side of the family. They always had cats and a dog.
Although my mum and me loved animals, there was no space here for a dog, not until I convinced my father otherwise.
It took me two years to prove that a Dog could make our lives more pleasant.
When I finally had permission, we chose the Sheltie to be a perfect breed. ‘
Although we had read a lot of books about the Sheltie and dogs in general. We weren’t really prepared for ‘bad breeders’. So we bought a Sheltie with a fake pedigree...and the Sheltie grew up as a Collie!
Because of Quincy, we learned that the Collie has the perfect character for our family, although she was a big dog...
When Quincy died two days after surgery, my mum’s heart was broken.
She was esspecially her pet and best friend troughout her disease.
At first we didn’t want another Collie right away, but after a few weeks, it was pretty quiet without a dog.
An empty water bowl and dogtoys lying around didn’t do us much good.
So it was time to go on a hunt for a good Collie breeder who had, or was expecting a litter.
We found one who was expecting two litters with only a week difference!
We met the breeder about a week or two before litter one were born.
Zoya were born november 16th 2003 from the first litter.
We took her home on january 17th 2004 when she was 9 weeks old.
She was a naughty little bundle with an attitude!
Quincy was more my mother’s friend, but Zoya means a lot to me in a special way.
Although I loved Quincy very much too, Zoya has something more I am attracted to.
My mother had a different relationship with Zoya, and still missed her beloved Quincy.
Because my mum got more sick, me and my father had to take more care of Zoya.
And when my mother wasn’t able to walk much around the house, I was the one to take almost full care of Zoya, while my father took care of my mum.
My mother died eventually on december 26th 2006 after a long battle with breastcancer.
Now I am mostly full responsible for Zoya, my bond with her got stronger too.
Zoya was also there at the funeral, because she is a part of our family and my mother would wanted it.
Zoya is helping me through a lot of difficult times. If I could, I took her with me everywhere.
I would love to have more Collies around me, but because we are all quit busy with work and study.
There is just no time for another puppy.
But I love getting in contact with other Collie lovers or breeders.
I learn a lot from them and they sometimes from me.
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