Go to Park
Playing in the snow
We rescued Mia when she was seven and a half from our local shelter. She was very sick and had been abused and neglected by her previous owners. We guess she was also born in a puppy mill, due to genetic deformations that have her weak tendons, muscles, and hips. She was very stubborn and made a lot of noise but she was a sweet, loving dog who loved belly rubs, walks on the beach, and eating snow. In her later years she displayed some strange behavior such as eating dirt, but the vet said it was because she wanted more vitamins and minerals. She was a lazy dog and she shed a lot. We still find her fur all over the house and car. One of her favorite games was Catch. Not fetch. Catch. We’d throw her the ball and she would catch it in her mouth and drop it and then bark at us until we picked it up and did it over. If she didn’t catch it in her mouth, she would chase it for about five feet and then turn around and bark at us to get the ball. My dad often joked we needed to get her a soap box to stand on.
When we first got her, she needed a leash at all times since we didn’t have a fenced in yard. She bonded with my dad, since I wasn’t at home a lot, and in her later years would follow him when she slipped her collar.
She had constant health issues such as Pneumonia, Cysts, and a nasty Bacterial Infection in her lungs she had her whole life. Four times we were terrified she was going to die and all four times she surprised us by living.
On my birthday, three months ago, she was diagnosed with Lymph Node Cancer. She was suffering and we made the heart wrenching decision to put her down. We took her into the vet and gave her Bacon Pizza and a chocolate cupcake with peanut butter frosting and mini Reese’s peanut butter cups on top. The vet came in and gave her the injections and she laid her head in my lap. She died on May 4th, 2018 at 3:45 PM EST. She was thirteen and a half years old.
I still haven’t fully gotten over her death, and I don’t think I ever will. She was my first dog and she was a joy to love and care for. I wish I had gotten to her before her old owners and given her the life she deserved, but I know while she was with us she was happy and spoiled rotten. I know she’s up on her Soapbox in the Sky, barking at the world while the people go about their daily business.