celebrating Skyla

Celebrating Skyla

Skyla came to us as a puppy 12 years ago - rescued by the BC SPCA from a puppy mill in Prince George... sadly during that rescue only a few puppies and dogs were in a state that the SPCA could save, a lot were put down. Skyla was emancipated, had a heart murmur, worms, and a sensitive-afraid-needy nature... she survived by eating other dogs' poops and any dropped snacks she could find. She was just 4 months old and barely filled in a tile on our kitchen floor.  She was my baby, my fur-child. ...Always at my feet in the office. ...When she was young I was still running the radio show and you could hear her chewing her squeaky toy and doing her best to keep my attention. Talk about me learning multitasking skills, lol. 

She joined us camping, hiking, mountain biking on the old railway beds, snowshoeing in the winter, pacing by the lake edge while we played in the water... she never did like getting wet or dirty or messy and always avoided puddles when we walked. She was by my side in the garden always playfully wanting to see what is ripe. She loved to play, watch and chase butterflies and brightened up our neighbourhood with her crazy vocal greetings to those she knew. She helped poor Onyx - a dog we once had that was considered "unadoptable", but she helped him become a somewhat normal dog. He learned to play, what to do with toys, how to greet people - all because of her. 

She was always so sensitive about being left alone and her big brother Onyx, and later her little sister Duchess helped her with that. Her little tummy was so sensitive that, well, we've owned a carpet cleaner since her adoption. 

She loved her little kitty, looked after her toy lamb like a baby and yodelled her conversation to us regularly. Yodelled her "Where were you?" when Dave came home from work or a gig... followed by (if he was gone a long time): "You were gone soooooo looong!" She always yodelled this same way every time and seemed to know when Dave was on his way home even though this varied. 

Despite all the best care, medication, getting a ramp for the car and special beds... it was time. At the end she was losing weight, became unbalanced, weak, and fell on the stairs... and we knew it was time to let her go. The most difficult phone call to make is that one. Her last days were spent mainly sleeping and getting all the treats and favourite meals and lots of cuddles. The local vet office came to our home and Skyla was calm and sleepy on her bed while they gave her the shot. She just fell asleep in Dave's arms. And I folded into grief. Her loss, like all our previous fur kids, will never be forgotten. 

Peace be with you my little baby. 

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