As we get in the car, I know
exactly where we are going. I've made this trip several times in
the last few weeks. Usually I would be trembling at this point, but
not today. For some reason today I am as cool as can be. In fact
for some reason I am looking forward to the trip. The sun is out
and bright as we go up the street in the car. The air is full of
the smell of fresh spring flowers and new mown grass.
We arrive at the brick building and my owners waste no time getting
me inside, the lady behind the counter immediately take us down the
hall to a little room with the stainless steel table. My owners
have been scrambling for the last hour to get me here ever since
they found me in living room seemingly staring off into space and
gasping for air. Hey, I just heard a puppy yapping in the back.
I'll bet he is here getting his shots and tests for rabies.
Wow, it doesn't seem that long since I was his age, getting all my
shots and tests. It is kind of a blur now, but I remember after
getting all those things done to me they put me in a tiny cage in
front of a huge bright lighted window. A lot of people came by and
looked at me and some even took me out of the cage and would hold me
and pet me for a while. Then one day this nice man came in and
took one look at me and said, "can I take her home today"? Because
it was during the holiday season I was officially named Christmas
Angel, Chrissy for short.
I was not prepared for the welcome I would receive when I got home
for the first time. Here I was a mere pup just weaned and there
staring me in the face were two older dogs. One looked just like me
except instead of the red and white color of my coat, she was black
and white. The other was the same size as the black and white but
she was not Japanese Chin like us, she looked to be a dog with
several breeds in
From the start these two wanted nothing to do with me and made it
known that I was anything but welcome around this house. If the
owner didn't watch carefully they would steal my food and chase me
away at mealtime. They would do everything in their power to keep
the owners from having anything to do with me.
One day when my owner was heavy with child I was taken to live with
two older people. I was sad leaving my owners but the new owners
took me in and started to spoil me right away. Wow, what a place.
I had the run of the house and there was always a bowl of fresh
water and dry dog food. I could eat all I wanted and no one would
take it from me. It took some time for me to adjust to the new life
style and a new concern. There was a cat. It took me quite a while
to get used to having that cat around, but once I showed her who was
boss, we got along just fine. Not that things didn't come to a head
now and again, especially when I had a treat out on the floor, I
would chase her off and she would pretend to run away to the
Things went well over the years with the older owners. Every once
in a while my old owners would show up and always seemed so glad to
see me. I was glad to see them too except now they were caring a
baby. Over the years I watched him grow and grow, then one day when
they came they were caring another baby. At first I was very
jealous of those boys, but after awhile I really got excited when
they showed up.
Over the years a lot of people came to visit my new owners. I would
bark and let them know there was a guard dog on duty. They would
sometime pretend to be a little afraid but for the most part they
would just speak to me, pat me on the head and go on with their
My health had been doing really good until that fateful day back in
late December. My owner and I were out walking the neighborhood and
talking to home owners as we went by. Suddenly up the street a
woman came with two huge dogs. She did not have good control of
them and my owner pointed that out to her. Suddenly those dogs
broke loose from her and were on me before my owner could react.
They were biting and holding me down while my owner was trying to
beat them off with his cane. Finally, the attack was over but I
would never be the same. The vet said I was in good shape with only
a couple of holes in my skin, but I knew better.
Soon my heart would pound at the least bit of exertion on my part
and my trachea would close up on me as if I had swallowed a piece of
meat that refused to go down. After several visits to the vets and
my owner pushing pills down my throat, things just kept getting
worse. I no longer had an appetite. It was not only hard to
swallow but it was getting extremely hard to breathe. Just last
week I was at the vets all day sitting in an oxygen tent.
This time as we sit in the vets room my owner is crying and the
tones of their voices are low as they speak of me. The outcome is
that there is no more they can do for me. There are no pills or
treatments that will help me.
I wish I could speak to my owner and tell them how I feel, I
wish I could say something that would stay their pain at this time.
The Vet picks me up and takes me back to her lab and inserts a tube
in my fore leg and then takes me back to my owner. The vet leaves
again for awhile and tells the owner to take all the time they need.
They put me on a small blanket and talk to me in whispers until the
vet comes back in. The vet gives me a needle in the tube in my
leg and tells the owner that this will clean the passage. Then
the vet gives me another shot, it doesn't take but a few
seconds until I feel sleepy. So Sleepy.