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Leave a bone for Nikkita (In Loving Memory)
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Lady Nikkita, Nikki
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May 30th 1994
Chasing squirrels, playing frisbee, chasing remote control cars.
Chewman and frisbee
In the mountains
High five then ten
It was many years ago when I wanted my first dog. I initially wanted a rott, but my grandparents (who I was living with at the time) were afraid of such a big dog so I had to come up with a different breed. Looking through books, I decided on an aussie. To be honest, I picked that breed on name alone because I loved Australia and I thought that was reason enough. Plus, aussies looked really cute. I knew nothing else about them. I know, that's not a very reasonable dog owner, but I figured we all start somewhere and I did have some dog training knowledge so I figured I could handle any dog. After making my decision, I started looking through the paper. I found a farm about 2 hours away that had aussie puppies for sale at a reasonable price. One Saturday afternoon I decided to check into them so I made the trek to Lewisberg, PA. When I arrived, I was greeted by 3 bouncing, adorable little puppies. They were just he cutest things I ever saw! A red merle came right up to me and immediately barked so I picked him up and he just wiggled and really wanted me to play with him. I put him back down and while looking at the other two puppies, I saw another one peak around the corner of the house at me. Curiousity got the better of me so I went to investigate. The puppy ran to the porch and eventually under the deck. Well, I just couldn't have that because I wanted to meet this shy little girl so the owner got her out for me. She handed me the pup and we just looked at each other. I stroked her and spoke to her in a gentle tone and after studying me for a few moments, she kissed me! Well, that was it, she had to be mine. Unfortunately, I was leaving for the beach in a couple of days and I didn't think it was fair to bring the pup home just to be left with my grandparents for a week, so the owner said it would be fine if I picked her up when I returned. That week couldn't go fast enough. I really didn't care about the beach, I just wanted my puppy and was so happy when I pulled back in the driveway 10 days later and saw my little girl. On the ride home I studied her, trying to come up with a name. As I thought of ones, I would speak to her, using the name to see if she gave any indication as to what she might liked to be called. When I mentioned "Nikkita" she looked at me, ears pricked and head turned sideways and I knew that was it. Thus, Nikkita was now officially mine:)
Nikkita lived with our family for 14 joyous years. Nikki was my best friend. She was a great family dog. She loved the kids and was a good babysitter.
We started our training at about 2 years old. It was rough in the beginning because, being a herding dog, all she wanted to do was run and chase things, there was zero attention on me. However, with the help of our trainer Coleen, Nikki turned into a wonderful companion and show dog. Nikki titled in Novice obedience and started into utility, gaining one leg before I retired her. I noticed that as she got older she did not seem to enjoy it as much and I couldn't have that because if Nikki wasn't happy, I wasn't happy.
Nikki went many places with us, but her favorite place was the mountains. Nikki loved walking in the woods, listening to all the sounds and chasing squirrels! Oh yes, chasing bunnies and squirrels on any kind of walk was her favorite thing to do. She was also a great frisbee catcher and loved playing it for hours. She loved her chewman. I'll never forget the day I gave it to her. It was for her third birthday and Nikki never had a squeaking toy. When she pounced on chewman the first time and it squeaked, she jumped back and looked at it, not sure why it made that sounds. She sniffed it then pounced on it again. When it squeaked, she barked at it. She repeated this several times and it was the most hilarious thing I ever saw. I don't know if she thought it was yelling at her or what, but watching her play with chewman had me in tears with laughter.
Nikki wasn't much of a swimmer. She would get in the pool, but only if we insisted. She would swim a few laps, then out if the water she'd go. No, a waterdog Nikki was not. Another thing I remember about Nikki is sledding with Brett. She wasn't crazy about it, but she loved her Brett and tolerated it. Brett was into making ramps and sledding off of them. Well, Nikki was okay with the regular sledding, but the day he launched them off of one of his ramps (it wasn't too high though that she could get hurt), she was not a happy camper. When they landed, Nikki jumped off the sled and barked at Brett furiously. It was like she was scolding him, telling him never to do that again. Nikki was vocal like that. She had no problem letting you know how she felt. I also remember how much she loved to play with Brett's remote control cars. Poor Brett, he just wanted to run his cars, but Nikki just wanted to eat them.
Nikki was a wonderful companion and everyone who met her, loved her. She was a favorite of the staff at the vet's office and knew she didn't like coming there (not because of the people I'm sure), so they took extra special care in making her experience as easy on her as possible.
It was difficult at the end though. She was, and still is, loved very much which made it very hard the day we decided to put her down. Even though it was hard, we knew it was the right thing because as much as we loved her, we didn't want her to suffer. She gave us all the signs to reassure us that we were doing the right thing. Because Nikki didn't like the vet's office we made the decision to have her put down at our home. Fortunately, we have a wonderful vet that makes housecalls just for that reason. We did not want Nikki's last minutes with us to be scared ones. So, laying in her favorite spot in front of the fireplace on a soft blanket, we said our goodbyes and let our beloved Nikkita cross that rainbow bridge. We love you Nikki and we always will.
Always in our hearts...
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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