It was the day I dreaded more then any other. I knew it would happen one day, but I couldn't even entertain the thought of life without my Taz. On April 12, 2008 she was gone forever. It was unexpected and quick and both John and I were totally not prepared to deal with yet another loss in such a short period of time.
I can't even begin to express what she meant to me. She was just everything. It seems just like yesterday that I held her tiny little newborn body in my hands. My first litter, my first homebred champion, later going on to become a National Specialty winner. She was an amazing mom giving me so much to continue on with and, after retirement, she was the most gentle and patient grandma to all the litters that followed. She loved people and was the happiest when people would come to see the dogs, always making sure she was front and center for all the free patting that came with those visits and keeping a close eye out for any sign that they would sit so she could immediately position herself in a lap. I have countless pictures of her with anybody she could work her way onto. The house seems so quiet and empty without her presence. She was a vocal dog, anybody would tell you that, and she was also hilarious with her happy 'bird thrill" noise and her way of curling as she came towards you with both her bum and face or the way she'd lean on people and just fall back trusting that they'd always break the fall. There are so many other little things, too many to list. Losing her is almost unbearable. I remember years ago at a dog show one judge telling me as he handed her the BPIG win "You'll probably never get another like this one" .... so hauntingly true. Life will never be quite the same.
My beautiful Tazbo, may the Angels watch over you until we meet again. |
