Her Name was Precious

Before the last post, I remembered I wrote something about Precious last year.

Last year, when she showed signs of leaving ...

Now that I re-read what I wrote, hmm, quite the same. :P

And below is it, dated 31 July 2017.

Her name was Precious.

It was year 2002, an afternoon of Good Friday.

We drove all the way to Jurong West, to pick the little mini schnauzer.

She’s a barky lady, when we met her. And was barky for the most part of her life.

We decided to bring her home, and she was two.

She was our adopted pet.

Our first pet dog.

She was a little confused, after being re-homed to us.

She had quite spiky hair, looking a mess.

And lots of skin conditions.

We brought her to vet.

Cleaned her up, rid her of skin problems.

Trained her to sleep at her own place.

And made her do simple little paw paw trick.

Overtime, she got used to us.

She had been a precious baby.

Just barking all day when we were out for work.

Just barked a lot at night, just not to be alone in the kitchen.

A good doorbell she is.

Always ready when someone is at the door.

She had had ticks before

Being novice owner, we were confused ourselves.

We pulled and pulled something on her.

In the end, realised it’s just her tits

And not ticks. D’uh!

She had grown well.

Skin became much more silky.

Looked a lot prettier.

Always well-behaved.

Yet always the barky one.

She’s a scary dog.

One that is afraid of water.

She would scratch you all over when you put her there.

We know.

We had the fun of being scratched.

She’s a lovely one too.

When Zyan was born, she knew.

She would come peep at the baby.

Look for daddy and mommy when she thinks the baby needs help.

We can tell she’s protective of him too.

It’s been a long 15 years.

She was getting weaker, and weaker.

Her legs felt the strain. Couldn’t stand.

Her appetite was not good.

And she didn’t drink much either.

She just lied down there.

Watching things go by.

Waiting for time to pass.

When I looked at her, she still looked so pretty.

Pretty old lady.

It is year 2017

The time is near

For her to go

For her to say good bye

Her name is Precious.

Our little Precious.