In the last three days we've had to say good bye to two precious members of our family.
Mona passed away on Saturday while I was at work - suddenly and unexpectedly. It's hard to say if a loss is harder when it comes as such a shock, but losing Mona feels almost unbearable. She has been the tiniest dog in our herd and undoubtedly the hugest personality. She was a great ambassador for her breed and even people who did not like Chihuahuas were instantly enamored with Mona. She loved and trusted EVERYONE - including any stranger that came knocking on the door. She loved to play with her fellow chihuahuas and she knew how to keep the big dogs in line. In no uncertain terms she reminded them not to step on her and NOT to steal her food. Too small to jump up on the couch or bed, she was very adept at communicating what she needed with little woofs. If she came in a room and woofed at you, you were to get up and follow and she would lead you to the door to be let out, or the couch to be lifted onto, or the food bowl, ready for snacks... or maybe she was just desiring a little love and attention. She was eight years old.
Kima had recently been diagnosed with cancer. It was my hope that with meds and TLC she would rally for a while - and we did get to take some walks and spend extra time together these last two weeks. But unfortunately she declined these last couple of days. I have often referred to Kima as the best dog in the world. She really, really was. Incredibly smart, inherently obedient and very beautiful. She was the momma dog to a gorgeous litter of Aussie puppies that have brightened the hearts and homes of their owners. Several years ago she assigned herself Savannah's personal guardian angel and has since followed her everywhere - keeping track of her and offering her friendship and comfort as needed, non stop. I have to say this dog helped me raise my beautiful daughter. From the time she was a puppy I never had to "try" to train her. She figured out what I wanted before I found a way to ask, sometimes even interrupting cat fights before they could get started. She covered every horse trail on Vashon with Sauvie and I - at our heels. She was a friend to all dogs, people and animals and even got along with and brought out the best, in the prickliest of the bunch. Kima was twelve years old.
I wish I could take Kima for a ride with me now on this sunny afternoon. And I wish little Mona were here demanding some affection. Our house feels suddenly very empty and it's hard to imagine it being filled up again like these two filled it. I have been very lucky to have these two angels as companions. And for now, am just heart broken.