Tuesday, June 29, 2010
She arrived unexpectedly on a Christmas morning in Missouri
She never met a person she didn't adore.
She turned the hearts of Pomeranian haters, dog groomers and vet techs to mush with her always wiggling so-happy-to-meet-you smile.
She would stand on my folded arms leaning against my chest for as long as I could stand her little nails digging into my skin.
She travelled, and was welcomed, everywhere with us and was only kenneled once when there was no other option.
She sat in the basket of my bike and rode on the trails with me, loving every minute of the ride.
She was never a yappy little barker, unless she saw my suitcase and then she's do her darnest to sneak out the kitchen door to the Jeep with me.
She had a bark that went, "Arf!"
She would sing with me.
She could high-five, but of course her high-five was only about seven inches off the ground, so it was a really low high-five.
She loved going camping because there were people.
She would "assist" you in picking her up by, just when your palm wrapped around her middle, giving a little jump, to help you out.
She loved to snuggle in my arms, and would stand on my side of the bed waiting until I'd reach down and pull her up.
She had luxated patellas so attempting to go long distances was hard, but she enjoyed going for "walks" in her stroller.
She was so unlike the other Pomeranians I have known there will never be another like her.
She left my world as unexpectedly as she arrived in it.
She died last week from an infection we didn’t know she had until it was too late.
I loved her beyond words.
Sammie Two Chews