19/2/2004 - 9/9/2013
Early this week I lost my best friend and constant companion of approx 5 years, Mini the beautiful brush coat Shar Pei. I was adopted by Mini in 2009 at the time she was in the care of SPR (Shar Pei rescue inc.) A wonderful group of volunteers who I have had the great fortune to get to know and many I can call amongst my friends.
She was a dog that looked like a bear-hippo-wombat-dugong who bounced down the stairs like a bunny. Who stood at the top of the landing with the stance of a little bull and had the stubbornness to match. Mini had strange little quirks, she would refuse to walk through puddles but think nothing of rolling in wet grass. She was cheeky, nimble as a Ninja and just as silent when it came to the art of stealing delicious soft goats cheese and other forbidden snacks. She was equally well versed in the art of manipulation and had the gifts of a great actress when it came to the charade of innocence when caught. Further her skills as a master manipulator were legendary, her ability to con treats and cuddles out of anyone were legendary.
Last week I arrived home to find her having breathing problems; a rushed trip to the vet was to initially settle it and make her comfortable. The follow up the next day was to investigate further; a lump was found in the throat close to her tonsils and removed. It was sent for testing and the diagnosis was that of Lymphoma. Armed with statics and information, I liked the odds of remission and decided to go down the path of chemotherapy. We attended our first session on Friday, despite the breeds’ terrible veins, it when well, Mini seemed good. No nausea, she was a little tired but nothing that wasn’t expected. Mini was unimpressed with the shaved spots on her beautiful coat but the numerous pats and liver treats from the vet seemed to satisfy her. She was tired on Saturday morning, but otherwise fine enjoying her food and little trip to the park, same again Sunday. Sunday evening she had a lovely dinner of roast chicken which she thoroughly enjoyed, plus my sister had made her some salmon treats – all was good in Mini’s world yummy food, she’d had lots of attention, got to go to the dog park that day to sit in the sun and roll on the warm grass. I tucked her into bed and she fell asleep, she was snoring content and happy.
Early Monday morning was when it all changed. She woke and just could not settle back down. Her breathing was getting worse & she couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep, I sat with her holding her head and propping up her up with pillows, she would sleep for a bit. Then it would get too much and the awful ragged breathing would start again. Just before dawn I knew it was time to let her go, her breathing was laboured, she was floppy, she was so, so tired. My beautiful girl was put to sleep that morning, her breathing slowed and she was gone. I held her for the last time and said my goodbyes. I stayed until she lost the warmth in her body.
Rest in Peace my little bear I love you