Water under the bridge
March 13th, 2008, 12:37 pm · 2 Comments · posted by psmith
This is abut a little dog, a peekapoo, by pedigree. She had been abandoned in a Phoenix apartment and was dirty and her coat was matted. Her name became “Piggy.” A few years later, after trips back and forth from Yuma, my husband, Henry claimed her and told his daughter now Piggy was his!
After her first trip to be groomed, her coat was clipped, her tail trimmed and you could see her face. So, her name became “Ms. Piggi.”
That was back in 1999, and the name continued after each of her trips to Paws and Claws. Her face was always dirty between grooming, because her face was flat, her nose not long enough to keep the face out of food.
She was a good watch dog, because she barked fiercely when the doorbell rang. When anyone was invited into the house she was all bouncy and greeted everyone.
She was definitely Henry’s dog. After her master was hospitalized for 21 days, then passed on, Piggi would greet me then go to the door and sit. This continued for a few months, then it stopped.
A few weeks ago I took her to the veterinarian because she had eye problems. There was a hole in one eye, due probably to age. I treated her eyes with medicated drops and ointment. The eye was healing, but from the outside, and at the last visit the eye could not be helped.
She was to undergo surgery to remove the “bad” eye, but, when the vet checked her vitals it was found her liver and kidneys were failing.
And so, farewell, Ms. Piggi. Henry can take care of you now!
The house is different, and your feline friends, Polu and Prissy are wandering from room to room.
Little dog, you’re missed!!





















March 13th, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Pam, I am sorry to hear about your loss. Dogs are the best friends we’ll ever have. Perhaps a Piggi party is in order to celebrate her life?
March 13th, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Much sympathy for your loss of Ms. Piggi, Pam. It sounds like she was a cool little dog who led a long life - and a good one in your family’s care - and was well-loved. That’s about the best a pet can have.
Perhaps strangely, it’s stories like this that make me miss having a dog. They intertwine themselves into your life, like family. No other pets I’ve owned have had quite the same affect on me as the various dogs my family had growing up.