Goodbye Good Girl

It's hard to say "goodbye". It's even harder when saying "goodbye" to a loyal friend, a minion, and a fur baby. I know Jeff is heartbroken over Piper. She was his shadow.

Was she spoiled? Yeah. Was she loving? Of course!

She clocked in at 4 pounds. We used to play the game "Things bigger than Piper." For example, my tiny camera bag.

 

Feb 3 2010: Piper, eight weeks old, sitting in my small camera bag. The smelts are in the container next to her. Link

 

She wasn't an adventurer. She preferred to sleep under covers than bother with winter, although Truffle could draw her into play. Crazy Pomeranian.

 

Nutmeg showed Piped how to walk in snow, But Truffle taught her how to play in it.

Hmmm...Things bigger than Piper: a snowflake. Things taller than Piper: several inches of snow.

What a Good Girl, too! Piper did her best to stay out of trouble. She was housebroken. She never tore up paper products or any of her toys. She would proffer a single, loud bark when she wanted something. And she loved sleeping.

 

The Desk Nest on Pembroke

The Desk Nest in Toronto

 

Piper's eternal raspberry

I miss her. I miss everything about her, including her Small Dog Syndrome. She'd growl and snap at our massive retired racing greyhound; Sammi would gaze a her and move aside. 

We attributed much of her snark coming out when the fur on her ears grew too long. We trimmed the "evil ears" to make them look smooth. We'd also trim her "Grinch feet".

She enjoyed the sun. The deck offered her an opportunity to fully bask in it.

Sunbathing

 

 

Sunbathing with Angus

 She also slept in every dog bed in the house, taking them over regardless of who was already in it. I think she did it to absorb some of their body heat.

Dining Room with Hershey

 

Kitchen, in front of the warm air vent, with. Zoie and Angus

The other Dining Room bed with Zoie

She also enjoyed laps and couches.

Living Room with Daddy and Angus

She had to share Daddy with Angus and Zoie

 

She was very good at the game How Not To Be Seen. This was taken right after my Dad passed away.

Saying goodbye to Piper was so difficult. Words fail me. She was extremely old, and she had lived a wonderful life, but her body began to fail her. We made an appointment with our vet. It was time.

 

Jeff held her as the tranquilizer caused her to drift into unconsciousness. She wouldn't experience the fear of her heart stopping while awake. Dr K gave us time to spend those moments with her. We gently placed her on the table to administer the pentobarbital solution. The entire process was painless and humane. 

 

Our vet pronounced her, and again left us in the room to say our goodbye to a Good Girl. I asked Jeff if he wanted a snapshot once Piper crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He nodded.

 

 

Things bigger than Piper... our tears.

 

 

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I apologize for the poor formatting. It has taken my a while to write this post. I'm still feeling the pain of our loss and the frustration of the tremors in my body.