She had her tongue on my mouth almost as soon as we got there. I had sat down on the floor to meet her sister, but she came up instead, literally climbing onto my face, licking until I moved her away to breath.
We did meet her sister, a very cute, grey shitzu-schnauzer mix we adopted that day and named Zoey. As my wife was finalizing the paperwork, I was on the floor once again with the dog I met first that day, Zoey’s sister. I was excited to take Zoey home but the sister had left quite an impression on me. It was like meeting somebody new but feeling like you’ve known them all your life. There was something special about this pup.
My wife knew what I was thinking, but we went home with Zoey only and left her sister behind. A few hours later, we arranged to go back the next day and adopt her too; the runt of the litter, a lightweight frame of curly black fur we named Mia.
Zoey and Mia would spend the rest of their lives together, with us. They were both wonderful, loving pups, but Mia’s initial attack of the tongue was not a fluke. She would smother you in love as often as you’d let her; morning and night especially.
Mia was a healer. She could somehow sense where you were hurting. Her body would melt onto that spot and things would feel different when she left. It was amazing, except when my daughter came home from wisdom tooth surgery and Mia tried to jump onto her face and heal her. That was a problem!
When her sister Zoey grew bumps on her skin, Mia licked them every night for weeks until she had removed several of them. There are countless other stories of Mia taking care of others. She was a special pup.
Zoey died last September at age 14. Mia died last Tuesday, at age 15. After initially being hesitant to adopt even one dog, I’m glad we had both sisters in our house for all those years.
Like Zoey, Mia’s decline was gradual and sudden at the same time. We may never be ready to say goodbye to our pets, but sharing stories about them is an easy way to honor them.
So let’s do that here. Share one of your own pet stories below in the comments as a reminder of the richness pets can bring to our lives.
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Very touching and true.
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I mostly have had cats, but they’ve all been special. My very first ‘special’ cat was a long-haired Calico named Crayola. She was so very friendly, and would immediately climb into my lap and purr when I got home from work. She was always there when I felt sad or out of sorts, to look into my eyes and say “it’ll be all right”. She was very precious. She lived a good 14 memorable years with me.
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Thanks for sharing Crayola’s story!
Candy was my dog. She looked like Benji and I had her from ages 10-25. She would always be excitedly waiting out in the van when my parents would pick me up from the airport (coming home from college). I was fortunate to have such a true furry companion during much of my growing up years! Sympathies to you and your family. I sure your miss both your dogs greatly.
Thanks Faith! Candy sounds great! When my daughters were in college they would text us to ask how the dogs were and could we send a pic? After that was done, then they asked how we were doing haha!
Thank you for this post. My heart goes out to you. We never stop missing them.
Tristan, our beloved border collie mix, was frighteningly smart. I have countless stories about him, but one of my favorites was lifelong. He could not stand having his nails cut. Even the best, most experienced groomers could not do it. We tried and tried one day to no avail; Tristan escaped to the bedroom and to our surprise, we heard him taking care of his own nails by carefully biting them! From then on, whenever he needed a trim, all we had to do was show him the nail clipper. He’d give us a look as if to say, “Understood,” and he would run off and trim them himself!
Haha! What a great story!
Love your blog! I am a dog lover too:)
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