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Today my fiancé and I sent our girl to heaven. Her
name was Amiste and she was my
best friend for the last 8-1/2
years. I got her when I was 19 and she
has out lasted boyfriends,
jobs, and college. She
lived in three different homes and
survived parvo when she was a
puppy. She thought she was a lap
dog, she slept in our bed, and
crossed her paws in a very girly
way. Amiste talked to us,
she barked at plane trails and
cats of course, loved the car and
would sneak onto the couch or bed
when your back was turned and
think that she got away with it.
Years ago I had the flu so bad that I was confined to my bed
where Amiste stood watch and let
out a low growl at anyone who
opened my door. That is the most
she ever did was growl or bark. I
will miss the way her stubby tale wiggled
and eventually her whole backside
shook when I came home from work.
She would get in the middle of me
and my fiancé or talk to us with
funny growls because she wanted
attention too. She was loyal, stubborn,
smart, sassy, full of
surprises and so much love.
Late last July, Amiste and I were taking our daily walk
around the University of Hawaii when
I noticed she was limping a
little. I checked her paws and we
continued. We thought she may have
pulled a muscle.
At the end of August, my fiancé found a lump behind the top
of her left leg. I took her to the
vet who took a biopsy and few days later we
discovered that she had bone
cancer. The vet gave us two
options, one was to amputate her
leg and the other was to let her
live out her life. We chose to let
her finish her life on all fours
and she lasted for 6 months from
her diagnosis.
Today I called in sick to spend my last day with
Amiste. She was telling me
over the past week that she
was ready to go and of course I
was not. I tried to take her to
the dog park in the afternoon and
she nearly broke my heart
when she flopped out of the car
and laid on the pavement not
budging because she was so weak.
She usually loved the vet because of the other dogs that she
could see there. Today she
laid on that table and looked like
she knew something was different.
She died while we were petting her
and telling her what a good girl
she had been to us.
I keep expecting to here her panting and see her appear in
the living room soon. We love you
Amiste and are sure that you chased
the plane trails all the way
up to heaven.
Jennifer
and Andrew |
Rottweiler
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