Most of you already know that Paul and I said our final goodbyes to Dixie on Friday morning and had her euthanized due to her kidneys failing, and it was exactly 6 months to the day that we said goodbye to her sister ChiChi. She battled kidney issues for the last year or two, and mid-2014 started being treated for an enlarged heart with a very significant murmur. She was also a cancer survivor having had one anal sac removed in early 2012.
We are all terribly sad around here, and we will miss Dixie forever, but I need to try to get out of my well of despair and remember all the fun, happy, joyful, and goofy things about her instead of dwelling on the sadness and continuing to wallow in my grief. So instead of that, this post is to remember Dixie for who she was and celebrate the life she had with us.
Dixie was a total joy to live with in every possible way. She was one of the friendliest dogs I ever had, was confident and outgoing, and she wanted to meet everyone she saw, humans and dogs alike. She went lots of places and did lots with us in her earlier years, and she, Chi, and Cinnabon all made regular visits to the nursing home when my mom had a short stay of several months, and other than the slippery tile floors, she loved meeting all the people as we made our way to mom's room. She also happily greeted all of my clients when they came for appointments, and in later years when her hearing started to fail and didn't run into my office, some of my clients would actually ask to she her and ChiChi too.
Dixie had lots of funny things she did. She was the only dog to play with all of the squeak toys; they were all hers! The day we brought her home as a young pup, I set her down on the floor and she ran to the pile of toys and laid down in the middle of them and proceeded to find all the squeakers. Sometimes she'd roll onto her back with one in her mouth squeaking it until she fell asleep that way, and would wake slightly and give it another squeeze and go back to her dreaming. During her puppyhood, every time I got on the phone to talk, Dixie would run and grab a toy, stand right next to me and squeak it while I talked. I guess it was her way of talking too because she rarely barked, and I think I only heard her growl once or twice in her entire life.
Dixie loved having her hair brushed and having her pedicures. She'd lay on her side or upside down in my lap in totally relaxation and fall asleep while I trimmed her nails!
She was afraid when Paul would stand at the stove to cook. Sometimes it scares me a little too. She figured out that he might set off the smoke detector by his cooking on too high a temperature, so she'd automatically head for one of the bedroom until he was done. My cooking didn't bother her in the least. Smart dog!
Dixie had a theme song, the intro song to the original Beverly Hills 90210 TV show! No matter where she was in the house, when she heard that song start, she'd RUN into the living room and stare at the TV while the entire song played and would give head tilts during the growly guitar parts. When the song ended, she'd go back to whatever she had been doing. It was really comical. She loved something about that song.
Dixie loved everything about being outside. Nothing bothered her about being out in rain, and she loved the snow. She'd use her head to shovel down into it and come up with her face covered in white. She also loved being under the oak tree, I suspect mostly to search for rabbit droppings. I'd get her out from under there many times a day only to have her do an end run around me to get back under there. There were times I felt like a goalie out there with her!
I could go on and on about her all day but I'll stop for now. I hope some of this brought a few smiles because that was what Dixie was all about. She was and always will be our Pretty Gold Dog.