Ode To My Precious Girl
I just had to share some of my favorite photos of my little girl. When my son and I got her I had been laid up from a horrible fall down a flight of stairs and we went to a store to get her. (Bad, I know now). Apparently another woman, who had a male Shih Tsu, was called to come get the female. Me, being an idiot, thought that little ball of fluff was so cute I wouldn’t put her down. I told the woman it was a male. Only when I asked about a great big “F” on the paperwork did I learn it was a girl. Damn! How was I going to sell this to my teenage son? He didn’t want a phee phee dog! So I put her down in the pen, where my son was sitting, and she was smaller than his size 14 shoe by a lot, and she proceeded to pee next to him. He looked at me and said “I guess she’s coming with us” lol. Sounds like an Outlander line huh!
So we took her over to Gmas and she thought we were nuts. Of course, until she held her for one second. It was love! So as she only weighed 3 lbs I could just barely pick her up with my back issues. But it was what I needed to turn the corner and as she grew, my back got stronger and my depression faded away. She’d let me brush her standing on the kitchen island and would eat cheese as her reward. But she never ran away from me or did the puppy things that can be frustrating. Of course I later learned that Shih Tsus are the only breed that are known in the world for being raised to do nothing. My Dad joked it was appropriate. Lol
So she was born in Nov and I got her in Jan of 2002 and the following March we had a terrible snow storm that was chest deep and we lost power and heat. So we grabbed a few things and zipped her up in Tyler’s coat and waded through this horrible snow. It took hours to make it up this hill to get to my parents, who did have heat. Their neighbors came out to shovel a single track path through the neighborhood so we could make it. The next day the snow stopped and the neighborhood came out to help shovel out driveways and the road. Kids and dogs were out in droves. Precious weighed so little she ran around on top of the snow, barking at the big dogs letting them know she was the Head Bitch in Charge! She was hilarious to watch.
She never liked men with beards, which we learned when my Uncle came over one evening for dinner. She got on the couch and went off on the poor man. We finally had to lock her in another room. But boy could she give him the business!
So she used to love being held, going visiting, car rides and ice cream. We took her camping but it really wasn’t her cup of tea. We decided to just go glamping locally after an abbreviated trip to the Great Sand Dunes and invited my folks for dinner one night. Well the first night a raccoon got into my leftover Mikes Hard Lemonade bottles and proceeded to roll them down the road, waking the world up by both the bottle noise and then my vicious Shih Tsu. Great watch dog! So the next night when my folks were leaving, my Mom opened her car door and asked her if she wanted to go home with her. Well she took off like a shot! One leap and off she went! For being a Mommies girl she never looked back! My feelings were only slightly hurt. Could I blame her?
When we moved from our house to our condo, she could see out to the world from the back of the couch and she’d get so excited seeing her boy come home. She loved giving him ear kisses then running around the bed playing hard to get. We’d laugh until we had tears running down our faces. And we felt honored every night as to who she chose to sleep with. It was like the dating game. You never got tired of the genuine excitement of being around her.
One night I had let her out pretty late and she would be off leash because the lawn was so big. She was doing her normal sniffing every flower thing and I all of a sudden heard a low growling noise. Imagine our shock when we see just 50 yds away, a very large, yellow eyed, stalking back and forth coyote. And no weapon in my hands. So I said in a very low voice “Precious, you get in that house” and she looked at me with this very quizzical look like “What have I done now Mom?” I only had to say it twice and she slowly went back to the stairs and ran back up them while I started yelling at that damn coyote. So what was truly odd was that I had had a dream a week before where I dreamt she had gotten attacked by a coyote, who chased her upstairs and chomped her inside the front door. I even told people about this dream before this encounter so it was just a very strange premonition. Fortunately it wasn’t as gruesome as my dream was. But what a scary experience!
When I traveled by car, she always sat on my lap. 2000 miles to and from Providence and she rarely moved. Only when my Dad flew out to help me move back to Colorado, but he got very sick, did she finally get fed up with me and would stand on his lap, looking out the window, but only occasionally look over at me to say “See where I am? I’m so done with you and this trip”. I couldn’t blame her. I kept looking for Hospital signs along the highway ready to pull off if we had to. Definitely stressful. She knew it too.
I took her to my Outlander Retreats and she was so loved by all of these amazing women. They knew she was waning but she bonded with so many of them, either those who went through what we’re currently going through or those who just loved her sweet way. I can see why dogs can be therapeutic. She did that for so many. So I’m glad she could come with me on so many wonderful adventures!
Thank you for reading. I know it’s corny to share our story but this did make me feel so much better. My Scot-Tsu was really my best friend and like a daughter to me. I loved her fountain head, and all the colored ribbons I put in her hair. The funny Halloween costumes and her regal attitude. She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect for me. “I’m so glad we’ve had this time together. Just to have a laugh and sing a song. Seems we just got started and before you know it, comes the time we have to say “So long”. (Thank you Carol Burnett). It’s time. 💔