Tisha died a week ago today. She had some help from the vet on that one. To tell you the truth we haven't missed her, since she has been living with our friend Mary since a little after Liam was born. She was used to sleeping under our bed and was disturbed by all the times we were getting up in the night. She wasn't very happy about sleeping in the pantry area either. I couldn't handle getting woken up at three or four in the morning when I'd just gotten the baby to sleep an hour ago!
We sure didn't mean to leave her with Mary so long, but every time she came back she drove me crazy all over again. I tried to find a "no kill" shelter that would take her, but no one wanted a geriatric miniature poodle who was blind and had tumors. We didn't want to put her down, though as long as she didn't seem to be suffering, though.
Lately, however, she has been suffering. She had some trouble with her digestion and then she wasn't really eating. She was losing weight and shivering and her legs didn't seem to be working right.
I should go back a little farther, though. When we got Tisha I had recently gotten sick and was feeling very lonely. She was a good companion. She made us laugh by running around the house and did her tiny best to snuggle up with me on the couch and keep me warm. She didn't ask for much and gave lots of affection and smiles.
So I'm glad that she was part of our lives, and now I'm glad that she is in peace. I don't know if we'll keep the little clay footprint that the vet sent us, but we will keep fond memories of Tisha.
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