RIP Dibble aka Diva. Shih-tzu aged at least 13 years.
I got her from one of ther huge estates in Peterborough from a family who's kids had thrown her down the stairs a couple of times and then blamed her for biting the brats. I brought her home aged 4 year old in 2001 and the first thing she did was launch herself at my giant schnauzer bitch. Dibble fought for fun!
A quick spay sorted out her aggression but never completely stopped her liking a scrap although it was never serious.
Dibble waddled about like she owned the world. A little battleship on legs. She stole eggs from the henhouse at every opportunity. In latter years she became deaf and developed cataracts but she still found where the hens had laid eggs and still came outside with me to do the livestock chores.This past week saw her arthritis getting worse and her weight drpping off her and she slept almost all the time. This weekend, I saw that she'd had enough. She's had a nice life but if I could stop it for her now she'd like it very much. Dibble went to sleep in my arms at 11am today, I told her that she was an ugly squashy faced buggy eyed dog, and she wagged her tail like mad. She didn't understand the words I spoke, but she understood the love in my voice as I said them.
She has been buried down in the poultry yard, near to the nest boxes she loved to raid. Funny how such an ugly, grumpy little dog can leave me feeling such a huge sense of loss.
Here is a photo taken in 2002 of her posing as usual. Whenever I got my camera out, she'd shove all the other dogs away to get in shot.
