When you leave your pet with the vet over a holiday weekend, you would never expect to return to find your dog clinging to life. That is what happened over the Labor Day weekend to my 6yo r/w basenji girl, Pud. She came into our lives when I married 6 years ago. The first time I saw her she was running thru high grass on a dairy farm. That tail bouning thru the grass..like a little fawn. She rode on my lap all the way home…quietly...and then proceeded to head for the master bedroom...like she had always been here. She was home.

We still do not know exactly what took her life. She exhibited signs of ingesting some kind of poison...and it may have been something like Decon but we have not found any evidence in our back yard. In the end, we got to spend a long time with her...holding her and stroking her. Unlike some, my husband and I got the chance to let her know we loved her with all our heart.

I have had a basenji in my life since I was 12 yo...and now I am 46. I know I do not want to go out and get another basenji...but I know that I am forever linked to the breed. I grieve because I had her for such a short time....and as the tears flow, I know that she is running in some field...chasing chickens and cats....and letting someone stroke her nose and belly...

Goodbye ...my Pud.....I miss you with all my heart....

Melissa
Texas