Goodbye Sweet Girl

 

This is Tasha Marie (also referred to as Posha…but not by me).  She died at 3:00 a.m. Monday morning.  It wasn’t a surprise.  We recently found out that, at 14 years of age (which my vet referred to as ANCIENT for a beagle…really dude?) she had Cushing Disease and possibly bladder cancer.  We chose to bring her home and let her life progress as long as she wasn’t in pain.  She wasn’t, but when she stopped eating on Saturday we knew the end was close.  Not only does Cushings make them ravenous but beagles are notoriously food driven.  Tasha Marie was no different.  She came into our lives at 11 lbs…she left at approximately 37 lbs.

I found Tasha on an adoption website known as Triangle Beagle Rescue of NC.  Beagles in the NC/SC area are often found in abundance in shelters because they’re bred for hunting and if they are no longer of use, they are quite literally thrown away.  In fact, Tasha was found in the mountains of NC, pulling a trash bag from a pond in which her puppies has been placed and tossed away, along with her.  She was only two years old.

When I called the shelter about adopting her they informed me that, unfortunately, all of the puppies had been adopted.  I laughed and said, “I don’t want the puppies!  I want that mom!”  Her drive to save her pups at all costs reminded me of me – we were perfect for each other.  She was only 11 lbs, had mange and ear mites and heartworm and I couldn’t have loved her more.

It never ocurred to me that our current dog and Tasha would not get along so I guess that’s why there was never an issue between them.  She came into our home and within a few days, it was like she had always been part of our family.  What was most surprising was that, in spite of the fact that she was a beagle and had been mistreated, there was never any food agression between the two.  And she REALLY liked to eat so we took that as a blessing.

At first she didn’t like men (understandable) and would curl up behind me in the chair to rest.  But soon she discovered how much we loved her and except for a fear of loud noises, settled into her spoiled, cushy life.  She was never very cuddly but when she was, it was on her terms.  When she was young (under say…10) she loved to curl up on my lap on cold mornings and snuggle.  She was so soft and her ears were like velvet.

She didn’t bark much but when she did it was that typical beagle baying and I loved it every time I heard it.  (In case you haven’t noticed, I love beagles.)  She was submissive but if need be, like in the case of her puppies, she could step up and be fierce.  Again, she reminded me of me.

She has left a huge hole in our family where a great deal of love resided.  The love remains but the overweight bundle of stinky dog has passed on.  I was sleeping downstairs with her for last few nights because I wanted to be around if she needed me.  Because of that, I was honored to be the first to hold her when she came into our family and the last to hold her when she left this world.

Rest in peace my sweet girl.  You will be in our hearts always.

Namaste

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8 thoughts on “Goodbye Sweet Girl

  1. Oh Sherry. Such sad news. Lots of love to you and your family. Pet love is like nothing else. We lost our 13yo golden retriever the end of April. I still can’t really talk about it. All to say, I get it, and it hurts like hell. Big hugs.

  2. I’m so sorry for you too. I keep thinking I see her out of the corner of my eye or hear her tags jingling.

    I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s okay to truly grieve. You grieve well too my friend.

    Sherry

  3. Just read about your girl. Lost my boy, a Shih Tzu last year. Have a new girl-but still miss him terribly! Think about him every night. Peace to you.

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