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In memory of: Tapa
I was 21 years old when we met- almost 22. I was lonely and living alone for the first time ever and full of anxiety for the final school year of my life that lay ahead. The best $200 check I ever wrote brought me the best friend I have ever had. She had worms, a patch of missing hair and was clearly smaller than her brother and sister, but her heart was large and her spirit, strong. I loved her from the first moment I saw her. She was remarkable.
Puppies cry and mess and cry some more. Not Tapa. Tapa loved her new home right away and only “messed” on towels or rugs on top of the carpet- never the floor itself. She was wise from the start. She was picky about her toys, only ever really taking to hedgehog and camel. Camel was her favorite. I sewed that camel back together so many times it finally got to the point that the fabric was un-sew-able. Her hedgehog suffered the same fate. I used to hide treats inside of him, along with re-stuffing him with the cotton he came with that Tapa felt inclined to continuously remove. She would aggressively swipe each creature back and forth like she had cornered her prey and now was dealing the final blow. Funny for a sub-5 pound animal to have such confidence in her stuffed animal hunting skills.
There was not a piece of food she would decline. Always a grateful eater, the puppy vacuum you could count on to keep the floors clean. She loved cheese and greenies, especially, and in her last days she finally was able to make all her dreams come true by eating real people chicken every day. It’s too bad her appetite wouldn’t allow her to indulge as she once would have, but I suppose that’s the rub. Without the illness, she would have been relegated to her own boring food. A lesson in life to make sure you thread a little indulgence throughout your days in a balanced fashion.
What an honor it has been to have her in my life. She has truly made me a better, stronger person. I hope that I made her life as special as she made mine. It’s only fitting that one of the driving factors of her decline was that her heart had grown too large. She was always bigger in life than her size or breed suggested. As I knew then, and know again, now, there are just no words that give justice to this incredible life- I am limited by the English language in my ability to eloquently grieve. She saved me so many times, and in the end, protected me from my greatest fear of having to take her life myself.
I love you Tapa. You are the greatest, smartest, cutest, funniest, most loving dog that ever lived. Thank you for loving everyone around me and most of all, for loving me, best. It was my honor and privilege to share my life with you for 15 years, almost to the day. I will miss you every day, for the rest of my life. I love you.
In memory of: Tilly
When I met 12 year-old Tilly at a local shelter, I heard the word “unsalvageable” used to describe her. Something in her eyes told me she didn’t feel the same way, and I brought her home. Tilly was shy and quiet, but barked in protest if anyone (visitors included), tried to leave the house. Although she loved a lap and taking walks, she enjoyed prepping her special blanket into the perfect “cave,” or finding her favorite spot on the grass to soak up the sunshine. For 3 years, she taught me that a senior pet can bring a special kind of joy and unconditional love into one’s heart and home. She was a very brave little girl who never once complained. Tilly, I will always love you and miss you, but we’ll meet again someday. Wear your wings proudly, fly over the Rainbow Bridge and run free.
Cecy and her girl, Mattie
I felt excited and nervous the first time that I saw Mattie, the pre-selected Chihuahua that I volunteered to foster until she got adopted. She was shy and reserved instead of the Chihuahua that I had imagined in my mind’s eye. This was another reason I didn’t think that Mattie was the “right” dog for me. But after a week, I knew that Mattie wasn’t going to be adopted by anyone else but me. Mattie and I became attached to each in a short period of time, as if we were thrown together by the rough seas in a small dinky with no one else on board. I knew we would be together for a long time and it was uncanny that Mattie seemed to know this truth too. I received so much joy from letting Mattie into my life.
You ask, “How is it possible that a small dog could bring so much joy to one person?” I never owned a Chihuahua before Mattie, but I remember that my grandmother owned a Chihuahua she called Panchito. Wherever my grandmother went, Panchito was with her; they were an inseparable pair. The bond between my grandmother and her beloved Panchito is what inspired me to volunteer to foster a Chihuahua. And now that Mattie is part of my life, I realize how much these small creatures can bring immeasurable joy.