Pork Chop

We got Pork Chop (aka Petunia) 3 1/2 years ago from the local SPCA. She had been living there about 5 months already when KC decided that she, and our Poodle, needed a new friend. Poodle, our terri-poo, was getting on in years, and I was looking at going back to work full time. We thought that Porky would be a good companion for Poodle.

When we first went to meet Porky, she was bouncy, friendly, and SO cute. She seemed to be a perfect fit.

We had to visit with her about 3 times before we were allowed to bring her home. We spent time with her in the 'family room' where there were toys and chairs, and we all hung out getting to know each other. We even took her for a little walk outside.

It was the one and only time that she ever walked willingly on a leash. Once we got her home, we realized that the happy lil dog that was now a part of our family had snowed us.

She was NOT happy. She had been abused, and it was hard for her to trust. She was unable to walk up stairs (mind you, her legs were only about 3 inches long) but would try to bite you when you picked her up to help her.

She was a coffee addict. We found this out when she stole the neighbours Tim Hortons cup one day and tried to run off with it. I can't say how much she actually drank, but she spent the next EIGHT hours bouncing uncontrollably.

We lost Poodle and we were grateful to have the chihuahua/jack russell around. She hated to be cuddled, and she refused to walk on a leash, but she was entertaining.

When Ruby came home one year (to the day) after we lost Poodle, the angry, sullen Porky suddenly became loving. She played with the new puppy, and even carried food into the living room for her. Ruby spent the 1st two weeks here covered in Porky slobber.

She was NOT impressed when KC brought Bumble home. We knew that Porky was getting on, and we wanted a friend for Ruby. She would growl and grouse whenever they ran by her, like a cranky old lady. She hated visits from The Pug, because they would run around the house for hours on end. Her motto seemed to be No Fun On My Watch.

A couple of days ago, she stopped eating. She had been having a lot of accidents in the house (on the new carpet) and we could see that she was winding down. She didn't get up to say hi to Shawn when he came from work, and wasn't interested in the treats that we tried to tempt her with. She picked at her kibble, and drank constantly.

Yesterday, KC poured some coffee in a bowl, and brought to Porky. She barely lifted her head. We had the talk last night. The one where you have to decide whether or not you can watch a beloved family member suffer.

In the end, none of it mattered. She passed away this morning, shortly before we left the house.
I wrapped her in a blanket, put her in a box. When Shawn gets home, we will bury her in the back yard.

I hope that she finds peace now. I will never know what happened to Porky before she came to us. I can only hope that she felt loved in her last few years.

We will miss her.