Siu Mai was rescued by an undercover operative at a puppy mill when she was five. We adopted her, and it was love at first sight, between she and I. The first day I brought her home, she laid on my chest and stared up at me with those big buggy innocent eyes and went to sleep.
She was in very rough shape–weak, scrawny, filthy and bug-eaten–but she quickly perked up and became a total daddy’s girl.
She loved to sleep by my head, because she loved to watch over me. She was always checking on me, and her eyes always followed me across the room. She squealed and howled if I so much as went outside to check the mail.
She loved to lie out in the sun and feel its warmth.
She was such a loyal little dog. She had a mothering instinct with me, like I was her giant puppy. Even in these last few days, sick and barely able to walk, she still dragged herself around to check on me and make sure I was there and okay before settling back in and resting her tired old bones.
I had to set her free today, at the age of sixteen. I feel empty inside, but grateful she came into my life so that I could make her feel happy, comfortable and loved. I will always miss her.