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Celebrating a furry birthday


My little monkey turned 13 yesterday and we celebrated with a quiet lunch of her favourite take-out, sushi. She absolutely adores sushi and that is the one type of food where she forgets all her manners and doggy training and normally tries to grab it out of my plate or mouth when I eat it. Needless to say, she devoured her little plate in seconds.


It has been an emotional couple of weeks for me, when it comes to my little girl. Firstly, her mommy, Bambi, died in August. She lived with my dad and we always used to joke that his order of children goes me, Bambi and then my sister. She had a heart attack on my dad’s lap as he was driving her to the vet. She was almost 15 years old. She is still missed and our hearts still hurt when we talk about her.

Then about 4 weeks ago, my little monkey got sick. She had a bit of a cough and cold, like she usually gets in the winter or when it rains a lot, but something else was wrong too. She was acting in a way I have never seen before. So after rushing her to the vet, she was diagnosed with a heart murmur and her heart was beating at only 40% capacity, which means she was not getting enough oxygen. She was put on cronic heart medication and 2 days later already showed amazing improvement. When her antibiotics ran out, she still had a cough and had also developed this weird gasping breathing when she sleeps. So back to the vet I went and after having x-rays taken, my vet’s suspicions were confirmed and she was also diagnosed with a partially collapsed trachea. For which there is no treatment but I am also assured that she is in no pain.

Needless to say, I have cried more over the last 2 months than I have in years and having to face my little Thumper’s mortality has been very hard and not something I have really been able to cope with. 13 years of raising and loving one of the cutest, bitchiest, naughtiest, most unique doglets ever forms a bond and having to face that one day she will not be around is breaking my heart.

Living on a farm, we’ve had a lot of dogs growing up and I loved them all, but I have only had 3 dogs that were mine and whom I loved completely with all my heart. The first was Snoekie, a little min pinch cross I picked out of a litter when I was 4 years old. She grew up to be 18 and she died in my arms. Then came Bambi whom I had to leave behind with my dad when I went to college, but she was treated like a queen in his care and I have seen him break each and every one of his pet rules when he accepted Bambi into his care. And then came little Thumper, born on my bed, very early in the morning of my very first matric finals exams

And as I sit here typing this post, biting back tears and thinking of the wonderful dogs who were and still is, part of my life, how wonderful and different and unique they all were and how much I have loved each of them, I do not think my heart will be cope with the loss of another one. Even though, I know it is the cycle of life and inevitable, I cannot stand the heartache.