My Sassy Gal
I suddenly remember this little dog I used to have.
No pics of her to share because I had her during the time when digital cameras were not invented yet. But, to give you an idea, think of a small fox only with bigger eyes and more blonde coat and you basically get what she looks like.
I found her hanging around my kindy. Some kids were terrorizing her so I took her home. Mom named her Cindy.
Pretty soon, she grew up to be quite the little siren, especially the way she wags her tail. It’s more like seeing a professional dancer waving her feathered boa.
She doesn’t walk, she sashays, fully exploiting the fluffy fur at the back of her thighs. I always thought they looked like bloomers.
And when she’s sunbathing, she practically redefines the term “sitting pretty”, hind legs tucked underneath with her two front legs placed close together just like a true lady. She will hold her head up high, close her eyes and basically sit there and bake under the hot sun. And she will not come in until her fur feels as hot as freshly ironed laundry and her nose wet and glistening.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a dog who is as affectionate as she is. Even Baby likes to keep to herself sometimes. When Cindy sits with any member of the family, it has to be full body contact. If you move away a little, she will creep close until she has made contact again.
This is not exclusive to her human family only. She likes to rub herself against her doggy family as well, especially the male dogs. Told you she was a siren.
Cindy lived with us for 13 long years. It’s amazing how animals somehow have the instinct to take care of themselves. During the last years of her life, cataract was slowly blinding her. When she first finds that her vision was deteriorating, we’ll find her taking frequent walks around the house, preparing herself for the time when she will have only her familiarity with her environment to navigate her way.
Come her 13th year, we had to make the difficult decision to put her down. By that time, she had ballooneed considerably from her slender size. This seems to be common for elderly dogs.
She could hardly move around and her failing strength couldn’t support her weight. That’s when we knew it’s time.
Farewell, my lady. In fact, I don’t think I will ever find a truer lady than thee.
