I apologize in advance for any typos or spelling errors, I am typing with a broken heart thru the tears.
My oldest Ppillon Cricket was diagnosed with a severe heart murmur about a year and a half ago. With medication, it was largely kepy under control, but the last few months she has been having more and more bad days.
Last night the air conditioning in the house went out and it’s been close to 90 here. She got over heated today and was having difficulty breathing. I tried icing her down, gave her an extra dose of medicine, but nothing helped. A friend picked me up and we took her to the emergency clinic. There was nothing that could be done and I held my baby in my arms as she left me peacefully.
Cricket was only 9 and a half, very young for a Papillon. She was a wonderful, happy little dog that loved all humans passionately. With other dogs, she was a snob, only enjoying the company of other Papillons. She hated my Setters with a passion.
When I got her at 8 weeks, she looked like a furry white tennis ball with legs. When her breeder handed her to me, I said “what a little butterbean!” and for the rest of her life, that remained her nickname, often shortened to just Bean.
She loved to play fetch and tug, and always carried a little stuffie around with her. When she laid down, she would use it as a pillow to prop her chin on. She took her medicine twice a day smooshed in a bit of braunsweiger; all I had to say was 'are you ready for you pill?" and she would run to the kitchen.
She absolutely loved to get a bath and be brushed and blow-dried. She would literally go to sleep while I groomed her. She loved going for walks and, especially, car rides.
I am going to miss her more than I can begin to say. I already do.
Good-bye my darling little Bean. Mama loves you.
