"How can you have a death by doxie post without a dachshund?" I hear you ask, horrified. It's my blog so deal with it, I reply.
This is Coco. She was my dog before Ferdi and Elfi. She was a gorgeous chocolate brown kelpie x lab. I'm writing about her because even though she hasn't been around for a bit over five years the other night I woke at about 3.30 am, thought of her and shed a tear or two. And that's not the first time it's happened. It doesn't happen often, but a few times a year I will think about my old hound and I will feel a bit sad.
I got Coco as a young pup from the RSPCA. She was a pretty special dog. She was unbelievably loyal and super smart. She saw me through so much - my first 'serious' relationship, a broken engagement, several broken hearts, a move to Sydney which took me away from family and friends. When I was feeling sad and lonely she used to sit next to me on the couch, right up close, and put all her weight against me like a big comforting presence. She forgave me for being out all night and forgetting to feed her. She was calm and gentle on a lazy Sunday morning, she was jumpy and happy on a lively Saturday afternoon. She really was a true friend.
The problem was that Coco liked other dogs, but she did not like other people. Around strangers she was nervous and aggressive. Even around people that she knew well (like my parents) she could be unpredictable. In these situations, she could be dangerous. Coco needed extra special care and attention to ensure she didn't hurt anyone.
And so, when I was about to move in with my now husband, and I knew his step sons would frequently be around, I had a long hard chat to my vet. After 10 years together, I had to put my beautiful hound down (gawd writing this is harder than I thought...). It was heart wrenching taking her to the vet that one last time, her face still so full of trust. Ughhh, it really was horrible. But I know that I made the right decision - dogs like Coco and children do not mix.
Here she is when she was just a cute little puppy (on her first day home actually) - a little nervous and hermit-like maybe, but before she had jaws to do serious damage.
Do you have a special dog from your past that you still think about?