by Gloria Rabe
Two years ago today, she came into our lives. A tiny ball of fur. She was 7 weeks old, and she had a big hole to fill. [ 6 weeks earlier we lost out 10 1/2 year old cock-a-poo.] And fill it she did. We named her Nosey Nora, because that is that is who she was, she had to stick her little nose into everything. When Nora was 6 months old our teenage daughter had a premature babe girl, 2 1/2 lbs. When baby Christina came home a month later with her monitors, Nora appointed herself as the monitor watcher. One day as I was sitting in the rocker I notice the red light come on,but before I could get up to check the baby, Nora had jumped up on the sofa, peered into the bassinet at the baby, and barked, all before the monitor sounded the alarm. Who needed the monitoe, we had Nora, Nora became the babys best friend.
Sadly, we had to put Nora to sleep when she was only 16 months old. Such a terrible loss. It started with fleas. I bathed her, I sprayed her, I combed her. and I wasn't making a dent. In desperation I took her to the vet for a flea dip and grooming.. They called me that afternoon for permission to sedate her while they groomed her, they said she being nippy, Oh how I regret having said yes. When we picked her up, she didn't know us, all she did was walk in circles and bite her tail. We tried tranquilizers, pain killer, and she got worse. she was so sick, she didn' even know who or wat she was biting, I didn't know whose blood I was covered with, hers or mine. My husband and I were taking turns staying up all night with her. She stopped eating and drinking. And we had to say bood-by to our sweet little baby.