Chapter 2 – Itsy-bitsy Mitzee
Perhaps the most difficult aspect of pet ownership is facing the inevitable end. For some pets, it comes early and unexpected—like Jem—for which we’re never prepared. For others, it comes after many years. And even though we may see it coming and do our best to be ready, it’s still a trying time. But I’ve come to believe that our pets rely on us to make the right decision when the time comes. No one wants to see an old friend suffer needlessly. So it was, in 2014, that our lovable old Chiweenie, Wendy, crossed the rainbow bridge after a long life—probably 14 years or more.
Now it was Farah who was without a canine partner. I called up DFW Pug Rescue again, and in no time I picked up our next pet at a veterinarian in Keller, Texas. Mitzee was still a puppy, about nine months old. Dogs of that age seldom wait long for adoption, and many, like Mitzee, never spend any time in a foster home.
Mitzee was the polar opposite of Farah. Boisterous, bubbly, and bouncy, she immediately livened up our home like only a puppy can. Farah was skeptical at first, but Mitzee’s joie de vivre was an irresistible force. The two pugs soon became best friends. Neither Wendy nor Farah expressed much interest in playing with toys, but Mitzee was all in for romping on the den floor, chasing balls and plush toys. A paperback book left within her reach occasionally ended up with chewed pages, but it was a small price to pay for the contagious energy of our newest family member.
Next: Dealing with the challenge of a special needs pet—Nessie.