I do not fucking trust a person that doesn’t like children and/or animals. There’s something seriously wrong with a person like that.-me
I was there the day she was born. I was there the day she died. I assisted in her birth. She was the first dog that was ever truly mine. My Shasta. We used to breed lovely Schnauzers. I was used to having to sell them. But she was different. I wanted that little girl. Roger Darling said we had to sell her. I was heartbroken, but I understood why. We already had four other dogs and two babies. How could we take care of one more four legged baby? It killed me to sell her. In the end we did. To a nice little old lady from Dundee. She named her Millie.
Fast forward a few weeks and the old lady calls back. Says she can’t take care of her. Wants to bring her back. All I can think is halelujah, my wonder mutt is coming back to me. My little girl. My Shassy. I’m not giving her up again. No matter what Rog says. She’s mine. I told him she was coming back to us. That I was keeping her. He just smiled and said, okay. I was so excited I jumped around the house like an idiot. She really was going to be mine.
I raised that little puppy. I house trained her. Fed her. Groomed her. Disciplined her. In return, she loved me unconditionally. Gave me sweet kisses. Nibbled on my chin. Slept on my pillow and snuggled in close. She always had to be touching me.
As she advanced in age, she slowed down a bit. Still gave me kisses. Snuggled. Chewed on my chin. Greeted me at the door when I got home from work. Sat on my lap. She on one side, her silly brother, Nicky on the other. Then her liver started failing. Her kidneys too. At the ripe old age of 14 I knew what I had to do. It was time to ease her suffering. To let her go. (Come on, reader, you knew where this was going)
On a beautiful spring day I wrapped Shasta in a blanket, loaded her into the car. We went to the vet clinic. We talked about options. Meds, euthanasia. With a heavy heart, I chose to put her down. They told me I could leave the room if I wanted. I chose to stay. See, I was in the room when she came into this world. I had to be there when she left it. I was the first to hold her, clean her, and give her to her mother to nurse.
The vet administered the potent poison. The reaction was instantaneous. I saw the light leave her eyes. My heart broke. My body shook. My tears spilled. The vet and tech left me with her. I picked her up. Held her to me for the last time. Talked to her as tears streamed down my face and chin. I told her that I loved her and I would see her again. Then I thanked her for being mine. I set her down gently. Left the room.
The vet hugged me, said they would take her to their farm for burial. I smiled at the sweetness of the staff. At my happy memories of my Wonder Schnauzer. I was wrecked by the loss, but I was happy at having the opportunity to love such a sweet, little, snarky creature. I’ll never forget her. Ever…..