My sweet baby girl Dassi. She’ll kiss your face till you laugh so hard you can barely breathe, she’ll curl up in your lap and take a snooze, and she’ll cuddle with you when you’re not feeling well. She’s way smarter than any other dog I’ve ever known. She’s tuned in in a way that is really quite remarkable.
She’s full of spit and vinegar. Opinionated, demanding. She actually stamps her feet when she wants your attention and she’s not getting it. She has many “words” and uses them strategically to get what she wants. There’s not a bad bone in her body.
She knows her commands (and even listens on occasion, especially when there is food involved) and can do some tricks: sit, stay, come, speak, roll over, find-it; put a cookie in front of her, tell her to leave it and she does until you release her.
She complains when she knows you are about to clean her ears but endures it. She runs to sit on top of her mommy (in bed) when her daddy is ready to put her in her crate for the night. Mommy let me stay.
Dassi is a sweet, affectionate bundle of happiness, joy and love. She wags her tail so intensely her entire tush wiggles along with it; sometimes her tail wags in circles. She looks right up at you with all the love and trust in the world. I love her to pieces.
She is 6 years old and she has cancer.
We thought she was out of the woods. We’d been here before, a bit over a year ago.
She’s been through so much in her life. And through it all she’s been a trooper.
Now she needs surgery again to remove a tumor from her neck. The surgery is tomorrow. My husband is taking her and I will stay home with her the following day or two. Neither of us will sleep tonight. Nor will we sleep tomorrow night. Despite the pain meds she will be hurting. And that rips my heart out.
I love you Dassi, be strong my baby and fight!