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Timber’s Tale (The story behind our name)
Timber was found roaming the streets of Houston in the spring of 1998. He was taken to the clinic where I worked during school breaks and was boarded there while an attempt was made to find his home. When he first arrived he was aggressive towards other dogs, underweight, loaded with intestinal parasites and heartworm positive. After many weeks his owners were still not found and it only confirmed that he had been on his own for a long time. While he was nervous around other dogs he was very interested in people and even though he had quite a few issues to overcome, everyone fell in love with him. At the time I was living in College Station in a house that did not allow pets, but when I came to see him, I knew that I had to find a way to give him a family. With the help of my employer and many brownies for the landlord I was able to treat him for his parasites and heartworms and give him a home in College Station.
As time went by Timber learned to trust me and slowly realized that other animals were not so bad either. He became a great furry companion, slept under my bed (somehow 68 pounds fit under there), sat by my desk while I studied and waited by the door for my return whenever I left. He went pretty much everywhere with me; baseball games, polo practice, study groups, and plenty of other school gatherings. After passing his temperament testing to qualify as a therapy dog he made many trips to classrooms and events where he was always ready to perform. He was a dog that made other people want a dog.
One of his unique traits was his selective hearing. He could always pick out my voice, even in a large crowd, this made him easy to train, but he often acted like he could not hear anyone else. It took quite a while for him to acknowledge that my husband had any right to ask him what to do at all. We always used to kid that we didn’t own Timber he merely chose to live with us. He was there when I received my acceptance letter to vet school, waiting at home for me to return after graduation and all the times in between and after.
Timber was a part of our lives for almost 10 years. His memory remains under the tree in Research Park where we spent countless hours studying, feeding the ducks and playing. Our final tribute to Timber was naming our beautiful, state of the art veterinary and animal care center after him.
Written by Dr. Melanie Davis