- 3 years ago
- Wedding: October 2012
Hello bees, I hope you won’t mind if I share a little bit about my family pet who passed away last night. His name was Snowball, he was a Maltese terrier. We got him in 2001, when I was in high school.
He was a mild mannered, funny little dog. He loved to curl up with people on the couch, especially in his later years when I think he got chilly easily. He also took on dogs way more than twice his 7 pound size, barking (yapping really) at them and letting them know he was in charge! He loved his dog biscuits, and he would follow around my Grandma because he knew she would always slip him one, or a piece of chicken or ham.
My Grandma came to live with us in 2003, when she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She was very sick and could not live alone. While my parents worked and us kids were in school, Snowball was her constant companion. I truly believe he helped her heal–she made a full recovery and just this year celebrated her 90th birthday. Snowball was there with her.
Recently, my dad’s mother, my other Grandma, came to live with my parents and Snowball. She is struggling with her health, as well. Just last week, as she laid in her bed, she started to lose consciousness. She couldn’t get up or call out for help from my parents, but she was able to bang on the wall by her bed. This alerted Snowball, and he started barking like crazy. This got my parents’ attention, and they came down to see my grandma in distress. They immediately called an ambulance, and the ambulance arrived in time to save her — she’d had a tear in her aorta and was whisked into an 8-hour surgery. She is expected to make a full recovery. If it were not for Snowball, my parents would not have known to call the ambulance, and in all likelihood would not have found my Grandma until the morning, when it would have been too late.
I think with this last act of heroism and love for our family, Snowball earned his wings. He’d had back and hip pain in recent years and sometimes had trouble breathing. Saving my Grandma was his last big task on this earth, and he was ready to go home. He had a good life and brought lots of joy to our family, and I hope wherever he is, he’s comfortable, warm, and has all the Milkbones a little puppy could eat. 🙂
Thanks for letting me share. Here’s a picture of our little guy, being held by my sister (his favorite place) in his holiday sweater a few years ago: