Snickie, (5/6/94 - 2/27/04)


Shih Tzu
Picture of Snickie, (5/6/94 - 2/27/04), a male Shih Tzu

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Home:Naperville, Illinois, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Snickie, (5/6/94 - 2/27/04)

Nicknames:
"Mikki Ti Di's Little Snicker Doodle," Snickers, Snick Man, Snick, Main Man, Chuck, Little Man, Little Butt, Little boy

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
May 6th 1994

Likes:
I loved to be warm and snuggly. I loved my sister Phoebe and it was my personal aim to keep her face clean. I really loved yummy treats and rolling in bad, bad things. I loved my Mom and Dad so much, and was a very loving and sweet boy.

Pet-Peeves:
Being groomed in any way, but especially my face. Being told "no." Being left alone. When mom and dad took up too much space in the bed (I took care of this by kicking them).

Favorite Toy:
I loved my pink Piggy very much. I liked to sleep with piggy in my mouth and give it lots of kisses. (Mom still can't part with Piggy)

Favorite Food:
I was a true sausage hound. I was a picky eater, tasted everything very carefully and was not above spitting things out if they were not to my liking.

Favorite Walk:
I wasn't much of an athlete, but I did enjoy a quick stroll around the block. I didn't want to be too far from Mom and Dad and food and comfort, and liked to be carried.

Best Tricks:
Shaking hands, giving high fives, "Give Momma kisses, right on the nose!" and so many other good boy tricks.

Arrival Story:
When Aunt Beezy told us Mikki Ti Di was going to have puppies, we knew we wanted one. Snickie was born May 6, 1994. When the litter was about two weeks old, we went to see the pups and knew right away we wanted Snickie. He was the biggest boy in the litter, and was a little pip from the beginning. He had so much personality, I really think he was under the impression that he was a human also. He even "talked" in his own way -- although he sounded a lot like The Hamburgler ("Rubble, rubble, rubble"), he got his point across. "Give me attention! Talk to me, snuggle me, play with me, feed me!" He was a funny little guy, and he was just a joy to have around!

Bio:
Snickie came to me as a little 1 lb. ball of snorting fluff, full of pip and personality. The older he grew, the more loving he became. Before I had Snickie, I didn't know it was possible to love a dog so much. With his incessantly vocal demands for more love, more attention, more snuggling, more treats, more... more... more... he blazed the trail for Phoebe, Sammy, and now Daphne (who are now quite possibly three of the most spoiled pooches on the planet). And while he quite often had an agenda (more cookies, more belly rubs, more more more), he was more often unselfishly loyal. He always seemed to know when I needed comfort, and would quietly rest his head in my lap and gaze up at me with his "chocolate eyes," as if to say, "I'll stay here for as long as you need me to, Mom. I'm not going anywhere." He turned me into a life long dog-lover, somebody who will never be the same without a furry companion (or two, or three). In December of 2003, Snickie stopped eating and started losing alarming amounts of weight. We tried enticing him with everything we could think of -- special food from the vets, special food we cooked, we even resorted to fast food thinking that if we could just get him to eat one meal maybe he'd start eating on his own again. We had him tested for everything under the sun -- bloodwork, xrays, ultrasounds, etc. The tests all came back looking fine. We took him for second opinions... and everybody involved could do nothing bur scratch their heads and make guesses as to what could be the matter. Meanwhile, I had begun force-feeding him high calorie liquid food and water, per the vets instructions. I think we probably waited too long to make the decision to let him go, but I was so desperate and thought that as "Mommy" I should be able to make him better. One of the saddest moments of my life was when I finally realized that I needed to let him go. Sometimes, it takes more than love to save someone. Snickie crossed over to the Bridge on February 27, 2004. It's been over three years now, and still, after all of this time, I sometimes catch myself calling him by mistake. Sometimes, when my herd of Heffalumps are rounding a corner and I can hear the clickety-clack of their nails on the tile, for a brief second I forget and I look up, expecting to see Snickie. I still miss his little head on my pillow, and can still remember exactly how it felt to have his little nose pressed against my neck while he slumbered. While the decision to finally help him cross over and leave his tired body was the most heart-wrenching and difficult decision of my life, I am truly thankful that I was able to be with him until the very last second of his life. I am thankful for each day during 9 years and 9 months I was lucky enough to spend with him. Snickie was the dog of my heart, and I miss him every day.

Forums Motto:
Dog of my heart, friend 'til the end.

A word about baseball diamonds...:
Snickie loved a baseball diamond. We lived along an athletic field, and there were two diamonds back there. He would saunter out of the backyard, slowly meander over the the diamond, and then once his toes touched that gravel he was off like lightening!




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I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 14th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
127896


Meet my family
Sam, Kibble
Snatcher
Phoebe (8/1/95
- 4/20/10)
Daphne Dilly
Pants
Butters
LouieLi'l Tiger

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They Call Me "Chuck."


A poem shared with us from a Dogster friend

May 19th 2007 8:10 am
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SOFT BREEZES

Once upon a moment just last night was then.
The rush of the soft breeze blowing

Understanding didn't come in a whisper.....
Nor in a shout .. of despair....

How do we help them recognize--
That death tis a footstep towards the start of a journey... Only known to the spirits' who have passed that way before...

Shall we join with those spirits that are waiting...
Both human and canine.. to reunite with our
loved ones?

In the chasm of our souls...
Watching ..
Waiting...
Anticipating....
REUNION
written by Edith Niemeyer- 12-16-06

 

Grandma Olga's Kitchen in The Sky

March 5th 2007 6:16 pm
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All of my Bridge Pals must come and visit me in my Grandma Olga's kitchen! She's the BEST cook, and she still "accidently" lets stuff drop to the floor while she's working. She still always says, "OOPS! Snickers, better get that." She makes all of my favorite things: ham, potato latkes... plus, she still hides the Lorna Doons in her drawer just for me (even though Mom isn't on the Bridge, and won't know if I eat them). She hums Ukrainian folk songs while she works, and says, "Just you and me, Dog! Just you and me," just like the old days. Really, though, she'd be happy if you all dropped by. She loves to feed everybody. The more the merrier. Bring your appetites, Pup Pals. She won't be happy until we're stuffed and sleeping on the furniture.

 

Bunny Kicks

December 7th 2006 5:42 pm
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Snickie,
You are never far from my mind. Today, as I am practically crushed by a sleeping labrador on the couch, I am reminded of my little Comfort Man. I remember that sharing the bed with you was not an option; it was a given. You installed yourself on my pillow every night, and slept curled into the right side of my neck, and snorted your little piggy sounds into my ear all night. When I took up too much space, you kicked me. Hard. =)
I still miss my pillow mate.

 
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