|Pepper. Sometime in 1995 - September 9, 2011. |
A sweet, sweet girl
A good, good, dog
Pepper passed away, unassisted, at the vets today, shortly before 1:00 pm this afternoon. The cause is unknown still - perhaps her Cushings, perhaps pancreatitis, perhaps tainted dog food - all we know is that she became very ill yesterday and never recovered. She was sixteen years old, twice an SPCA dog, and I was her foster mama. I feel sick that she could not die at home in my arms, and devastated to think she might feel she was abandoned once again. I hope with all my heart that the pain meds took away her awareness of her surroundings, and that she knew she was loved to the very end.
Pepper, Boney Pepperoni, Peppy Pepsi Coli, sweet, sweet girl. You were with me for only 6 weeks, but oh how I fell in love with you. Your big eyes hypnotized me, commanding me to get you food, take you for a walk, go to bed because you were tired and couldn't sleep without me. There was no denying you anything - you knew how to make your needs known, and did so in a quiet but very persistent way.
You loved to go for walks, and you demanded a walk shortly after breakfast and again in the evening. You never let me get away with being lazy or feeling rushed. We walked. You barreled along, nose to the ground in true houndy-dog fashion, and after a few blocks, energy exhausted, you looked at me sadly as you slowed to a plod and whispered "Could you please carry me home?" I couldn't, so we very, very slowly plodded home together. We had such great walks together, Pepper, and I shall miss them.
You were obsessed with food, firm about consistent meal times, ready to chase the other dogs out of the kitchen if dinner might be happening soon. You were impeccable in your manners around other dogs as long as no food was near, and you learned quickly to respect the cat's space and right to be here too. You slept beside my bed, but only if I was there - never would you go to bed without me. We both got up each night so you could go pee, because you were fastidious about doing your business outside and old age/weak bladders just seem to go together. I hope you don't think that you were sent away to the vets because you soiled in the house on your last day here. You did nothing wrong, though you clearly showed concern for those big messes on the carpet. It's okay Pepper - it wasn't your fault.
On your last afternoon here, when I knew I needed to get you to the vet, Sadie left her spot watching over Charley and moved to watch over you. I guess she knew it was your time.
There's an empty food bowl on the counter tonight, and an empty bed on the floor. But at the Rainbow Bridge, a sweet shepherd-hound cross is running free, full of life and energy and joy once again.
Bye, Pepper. You were one great dog.
|I wonder if it's dinner time yet?|
|Pepper at the beach|
|Cooling the paws in the water|
|Sadie watching over Pepper on her last day at home|
|Pepper. Forever Loved.|