Princess Penny Patinage

June 2, 1993 - October 13, 2007

My dog, my friend, my first baby died today. She was 14 years old and she quit eating and drinking 4 days ago. Bringing her in to have her put down was probably the hardest thing I ever had to do. I prayed Thursday and Friday nights that God would come and take her in the night, so I wouldn't have to make the call. I didn't sleep much Friday night from crying, knowing if she didn't die I'd have to get the courage to call the pet hospital.

She was the dog I wanted ever since I was 12 years old - my cream with apricot toy poodle who I could name Penny, because she was mine. She loved playing catch with a racketball. There was always just one with the right smell and taste. While waiting for me to throw the ball, she always had to have a stuffed rattle toy in her mouth. I'd buy baby toys because she like the rattle in them. She was very independent. A night owl. But when she wanted attention, she'd come and get it. Despite her being so tiny (7-9 lbs when she was healthy), she'd always stand her ground. She knew when to stand still and let another dog sniff her, but she was always in charge. Definitely an alpha dog. I loved her dearly. I bought my house for her. I got Dixie for her. When she became diabetic earlier this year and then when she couldn't seem to keep the weight on this summer, I knew she wouldn't make it to winter. I almost thought I'd lose her in August, then again a month ago. I did have 14 good years with her. She's out of pain now, and I'm sure she and Dixie are running around with my dad in heaven.

I wish I had a scan of one of the really cute pictures of her. I'll have to work on that. For now, I'll just repost the one I did on her birthday last June.