Duerme en paz, Mini
Remember Mini – my wee companion during my ten-day holiday in Zahara? Well, she had been suffering from the effects of old age for quite awhile and took a sudden turn for the worse on Wednesday afternoon. Agustín called to cancel his English class with me so that he and Elena could take her to the vet’s. And the dear old girl ended up dying in Elena’s arms while they were in the waiting room. She would have been 15 in January.
I went over to Agustín’s yesterday morning to recuperate his lost class and it felt so sad not seeing Mini there. Her food dishes were gone, her comfy bed put away (Agustín said it would be a shame to throw it out and wants me to take it home for Azar). I’m not much of a dog person and don’t usually like little lap dogs, but I’ve known Mini since she was a pup and she did end up growing on me over the years, especially because she was so affectionate. Glad I got to spend that time with her in Zahara. And my heart goes out to Agustín & Elena – their sadness is a reflection of how much they loved Mini, who had a very long and happy life.
She was a very lucky girl.
casa azahar 
Sad to hear of a beloved companion animal’s death, but it sounds as though little Mini had a wonderful life and as peaceful a passing as could be hoped for.
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Poor Mini… My heart goes out to Agustín and Elena. She looked like a sweet little doggie.
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Mini had this uncanny ability to know when a family member opened the front door of the building three floors below and would commence yapping a greeting until they finally reached the apartment. Then she would spin around in circles until she got picked up and cuddled. Eventually I became one of the “family members” that she recognised.
Then this past year when I finallly got back to work (after over a year off) I noticed a difference when I went to Agustín’s for our classes … no yapping Mini. Turned out she’d gone deaf, poor thing. And then her eyes started going. By the time we had our holiday together in Zahara she was on daily meds, needed her eyes swabbed all the time, and walked & breathed with difficulty. But I could still see the puppy in her and I think she got quite attached to me, following me all over the place.
I think dying in the arms of someone who loves you is a pretty okay way to go.
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I agree.
We had to have our cat, Sam, put down when the cancer in his jaw made it impossible to eat. I held him as he breathed his last.
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