Exactly one year ago today, my precious little pommie, Kibble passed away. She was only nine. She was already three when I got her, a retired breeder like the two pommies we have now. Apparently, she wasn’t the cash cow the breeders had hoped she would be so they got rid of her. She had several serious health problems, but I knew that when I took her. Her teeth were terrible and most had to be pulled. Poms are known for their bad teeth, they need to be cleaned by the vet at least once a year and doggie oral gel should be used on their teeth every day. Kibble also had serious heart murmur, I can’t imagine what her former owners were thinking breeding her. She was prone to bladder crystals and had to be on a special diet. She had thyroid problems and lost most of the fur on her body and had to wear preemie sized outfits in the winter–she weighed less than three pound dripping wet. But despite all her problems she was one of the happiest, sweetest, most loving little creatures I have ever known. For the six years we had her she required daily medication for her teeth, her heart and her thyroid but despite medication and constant care she eventually developed congestive heart disease. Nothing the vet tried helped, they told me her poor little body was just giving out. I was holding her when the vet gave her the shot, she never took her eyes off my face, even after she was gone. She’s buried in my front yard, her grave is marked with a concrete statue of a little faithful dog. I’ll never forget you sweet Kibble.
Kibble, August 8th, 2006