Thursday, November 5, 2009

Princess Bashee: November 8, 1993 - November 4, 2009



My Princess Bashee passed away yesterday morning (November 4th) in her sleep. I am sadden by the news, especially because I came back from Burma yesterday night and wasn't able to see her before she passed away. I am glad she passed away in her sleep and that she did not suffer. I am also glad that she died on her own terms, instead of making us decide for her.

It has been a while since I lost my first pet Michelle in March of 2000. I remember feeling like crap and crying my eyeballs out. And this time is no better. I have been crying my eyes out since I found out the news yesterday night from Mr. JB. I know that my little princess had a good life. She was always so sweet and so mellow and sometimes, very spunky.

I feel at a lost because even though she was an older dog, I somehow thought she was going to last a few more years. I also didn't notice anything different about her before I went on my trip. She was eating/drinking fine and looked the same as always. She just seemed a little slower during our normal walks but other than that, she was the same Bashee I have known for the past 10 years. As she got older, she was losing her eyesight and her hearing. And lately, she had a hard time making it to the pee pads. But what else can you expect from a 15 years old dog, right?

According to Mr. JB, he said everything was normal the night before. She ate, walked around a bit in the hallway, and went to sleep. She got up to use the potty during the night. And when he got up in the morning to take her out to use the backyard, that's when he noticed how she was "different". He tried to wake her up but she was a bit stiff already. He cleaned her up and saved her body for me so that I can say my goodbye.

I will miss her very much. I will miss her growling, especially when she thinks no one is there for her. I will miss her trying to run away from me when I try to give her a hair cut. I will miss giving her a bath. I will miss walking her. I will miss feeding her. And I will miss cleaning up after her poop and pee. I will also miss her stinkiness. Most of all, I will just miss her being her.

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