Farewell My Sweet Tiny
It is with a heavy heart that I announce the sudden passing of my little Pomeranian named Tiny. Her journey here on earth ended around 10 this morning, in her bed with those she loved near. He passing was quick and painless – one moment she was standing, the next, she shook free from the surly bond of life and went running into eternity.
In a few days, Tiny would have reached her 15th birthday. A great age for a little dog. In August, Xrays revealed an enlarged heart and liver along with a twist in her esophagus. It was soon after that her health started to decline rapidly and changes in her baseline personality became more apparent. She was my constant shadow over the years. However, last night she stopped following me simply sitting motionless in the living room staring at nothing in particular; she did not react when I called her name or touched her. I knew then her time was short yet was not prepared for how little time was left.
15 year average lifespan seemed forever in the future when a wriggly ball of fur waltzed into my life with a remarkably well formed attitude. She developed a habit as a puppy to follow me into the bathroom when I styled my hair. She would jump onto the seat of the toilet and bark until I blow-dried her hair. Honestly, I don’t recall teaching her to do this, she just decided on her own. This happy little arrangement ended one day as I was styling my hair, Tiny leaped onto the toilet seat only to find the seat was not down. Tears of laughter were coming down as I ‘rescued’ her from the dreaded toilet. And that was the last time she barged into the bathroom.
So many little moments are flipping through my mind today. She was the most vocal dog I’ve ever encountered. She told you exactly what she needed from your or what it is your are to do for her. The silence in the house today is painfully noticeable. She loved to terrorize the vacuum cleaner while in use. She would knock over waste bins and carefully pull out every item and seek praise for her handiwork. She was expert at unwrapping Hershey Kisses before devouring them. She obsessively loved ice cream and despised water, especially pools. The first time she encountered a pool on a family vacation to Corolla, NC she walked right into the deep end and had to be rescued. She wouldn’t go near the pool again after that encounter.
Until about 6 months ago, she was always an energetic dog. To play fetch with her was an HOURS long project, I often joked about the location of her ‘off’ button. When the mood hit her, she would race around the dining room table dodging anyone who tried to stop her. She always found a way to include humans in her play and I would say she truly enjoyed the company of humans over other dogs. In 2008 when Buster joined the family, she made it clear that she was Queen of the house and he was a mere peon. However, they managed to find a way to live together and there was peace in the house for the most part.
In so many ways, big and small, dogs have a way of fitting into our hearts. Whether dealing with training a rambunctious puppy or learning new levels of compassion when caring for a senior dog, we are changed for the better. I am so happy for the nearly 15 years of unconditional love from Tiny, yet already I miss her terribly.
Farewell my baby girl.