"To have a dog is to know the meaning of true companionship. A bond that is unbreakable and lasts a lifetime. A bond that brings a smile to our faces. A bond that sometimes breaks our hearts. No bond is stronger than that of man and dog."
Likes: She loved her creamers. (the little half and half creamers restaurants have for coffee)
Pet-Peeves: Being groomed and NEVER a bath.
Favorite Toy: Her rainbow balls.
Favorite Food: Brocoli, tomatoes, watermelon, just about anything..I like to eat
Favorite Walk: Anyplace where my Dad was.
Best Tricks: I didn't really do tricks. I listened, even when they thought I was asleep. I had the biggest vocabulary my Mom and Dad had ever seen. They most often had to spell to keep me from getting excited about an upcoming event or treat.
Arrival Story: We had taken her sister, Sassie, to visit my aunt and uncle. They fell in love with Sass and decided they would like to have a Pom too, so we bought Priss for them. They were pretty elderly and after a few weeks they decided she was too much dog for them, and Sassie had been a very independent type dog and Priss was a very dependent puppy so they brought her back to us. It was one of the best days of our lives. She was very much a Daddy's girl.
She spent most of her older life in his arms being carried around. They had a mutual adulation going.
Bio: I started having epileptic seizures when I was about 4 years old. The vet put me on pheonabarbital. It helped keep the frequency and severity down. My seizures were very traumatic for me and mom and dad, but 99.9 percent of the time I was vibrant, spunky and as my name says...Prissy. When I got to where I was unable to use the steps to get on the bed, Dad built me a ramp. And when I got to frail to stand up a long time to go potty, dad built me a little frame with a sling to hold me up. I stayed with them as long as I could, but I finally got to tired and just 3 months before I turned 14, I left for the Bridge. Fortunately our city has a pet cemetary and I am there. Mom and dad can still visit with me. When dad comes, he brings me red roses for my vase. I patiently wait for him at the Rainbow Bridge.
My Dad was my hero. He carried me every where. I rode on the truck with him and when he would get tired I would know and start scratching him on the arm. He says I saved his life by being the perfect little watch dog. He had to park the truck in many ugly unsafe places, but he was always safe with me at the helm.
When I couldn't climb stairs anymore, he made me a ramp. It had to be really long because I couldn't climb it if it was too steep. So it kinda wrapped around the bed to be long enough for me. When I couldn't stand anymore to go potty he built me a little stand with a sling in it to hold me up.
Finally we had to part. I stayed as long as I could and he helped me all he could but finally it was time to go. But I watch over him all the time, and at night when he remembers me in his dreams, he is in love all over again.
No one was like my daddy and he says no one was ever like his baby.
Mommy believes this picture shows the love we had for each other and is her favorite.
We lost a friend this week. He had been with his mommy for 12 years. His mommy got him when she was only 15 years old. As anyone knows 15 is an impossible age for an adolescent. Of course mommy grew older with all the fun and heartache you have in life. Dakota was always there to celebrate her victories on the mountain top, and lend his coat for wiping her tears in the valleys. For 12 years he was there with his encouragement, love and kisses,to move on to the next stage of her life.
When the day was done, it was their very special time for being alone, cuddling and sharing their special love for one another.
His mommy gave him the hardest gift of love there is to give, when she gave him his freedom to cross over the bridge when he got untreatable cancer.
"Koter" was so handsome and such a good boy and is missed by all who knew him.