In early Fall 2006, I started researching doggie day cares
and kennels. I had no immediate needs but wanted to know where to take Jasmine
if a quick need did arise, as in if Ed’s mother visited.
At such a facility one day, five tiny, fluffy, white puppies
scurried past, following a Vet tech. They were like no other small dog or puppy
I’d ever seen. “What are they?” I asked breathlessly. Coton de Tulear. The Vet
had more or less accidentally acquired them. My heart panged and I thought,
“When Jasmine eventually says farewell, that is my next dog.”
Not long before that day, our daughters’ Pug and Shiba Inu
cross had moved out. I was enjoying the freedom of having just one dog in our
home.
Over the next several months, Jasmine became quite
lethargic. Our vet at the time said she was depressed because Frodo and Nakima
no longer lived in our home
and she had been with them since she was five weeks old. He recommended getting her a doggie sister or brother. I was disappointed that I could not keep a one-dog household without jeopardizing the health of my Boxer.
and she had been with them since she was five weeks old. He recommended getting her a doggie sister or brother. I was disappointed that I could not keep a one-dog household without jeopardizing the health of my Boxer.
By this time I had extensively researched the Coton and
fallen totally in love with them. I called the facility where I had first
spotted them. No, they had none left – the doctor’s family and friends took
them all. They had no idea where I could find one. I called every vet within 50
miles. Not one had a Coton client. I started looking for breeders within 75
miles of home. Zip.
Eventually, we adopted Gypsy from Wayside Waifs. She was
about as far from the personality and temperament of a Coton as any dog could
be. It took awhile but we finally fell in love with Gypsy. How could you not
love a dog who had such great remorse when she broke a house rule, that with
her little ears flattened against her, and Beagle eyes as soupy as possible,
would not perk up until you said, “I still love you.”
(As it turned out, that doctor did not read Jasmine’s blood
work very carefully. She wasn’t
depressed, she needed thyroid help.)
Jasmine died suddenly of a heart condition in July 2015, and
Gypsy became more attentive and phenomenally well behaved overnight (we think
she was afraid at first because her sister was suddenly missing). By that time
I had found a Coton breeder within a day’s road trip, but I knew that I could
not introduce another dog into our home.
Though Gypsy got along remarkably well with children and other dogs, she
still shone best when she was the only dog. Since she was a mutt, I expected
her to live at least another seven years past Jasmine. I hoped the breeder I
found would still be raising Cotons when
Gypsy left us.
On May 20, 2016, I came home from work to discover a tumor
about three fourths of an inch in diameter popped out under the outer side of
her left eye. I took her to the vet whose sample determined it was a mast cell
tumor. Mast cells are common (and extremely common in Gypsy’s mix of breeds)
and, though cancerous, not necessarily fatal - as long as the surgeon is able
to remove them with good margins. This happened
a week before we were to head to Colorado for our daughter’s wedding. So we
left Gypsy and many instructions with our house sitter. Our house sitter did a
remarkable job as the tumor grew. When we returned two weeks later, it was
about four times the original size. She also had one on her hip. We scheduled
surgery for a few days later.
The bad news that the margins removed were negligible
because of the location of both tumors, made us sad and uncertain. The tumor on
her hip was stage 2, the one on her face, stage 4. Yes, they would return over
time and we would discuss options then. To say we were heartbroken was an
understatement.
A few days before we left in July for a writers’ conference
in Chicago, a new tumor just touching the bottom eyelid by her nose, popped up.
This time we left her with another the house sitter, complete with instructions
and a prednisone prescription.
By the time we returned a week later, another on her cheek
and one on her esophagus had reared their ugly presence.
If you read my other posts, you know that the progression of
this ugly cancer was rapid.
Dear Gypsy left us on September 20, just four months after
her initial diagnosis.
Back up here to early July when I told the breeder to put me
on the list for a female from the next litter. I expected Gypsy to live until
Spring. Soon I learned that I could possibly have a puppy by January 1; I
thought Gypsy would be okay with that. We made arrangements to meet the breeder
and her dogs on October 15.
On October 2, the breeder asked if when we came up I would
like to take home her retired dam named Justi. I assured her I could not afford
to buy two dogs right now. Through the kindness of her heart, she believed
Justi would have a good life with us and said she would gift her.
On October 15, we met Justi Joy and drove three hours to home
with her.
I cannot describe how perfect this ten year old dog is. She
is cute, energetic, smart, and quiet. Though she is extremely friendly with all
people, she has been totally attached to me since the night we came home.
We have changed dogs’ names in the past. Our Shih Tzu
Scruffy, 10 months old when we adopted him was originally Frank. And Calah, our
Bichon who was five years old when we adopted her, was originally Dena.
However, we decided it wouldn’t be fair to a 10 year old to completely change her
name. So we adapted for her with Justina. Within two weeks, she responds
quickly to her new name. She even responds
to Justina Girl or ‘stina Girl.
It occurred to me the other day that her birthday of
September 2006, was just about the time I first spied the Coton de Tulear. Of
course, I know she wasn’t one of those pups but it’s like God confirmed, “Yes,
that is your next dog and I have the perfect dog planned for you at the perfect
time.”
He surely did. We’ve had dogs in our home everyday since
1987. Thank you, God, for filling the hole in our home with the perfect fluffy
white dog.
This is Justina with her full coat. We will always keep her hair short - she's cooler (but wears coats in the winter, of course!) and SO much easier to maintain by my nightly brushing.
We call her Justina Joy - because she IS a joy!
If you’re looking for an awesome dog for your household,
check out this breed atWikipedia
And if you’re looking for a fabulous breeder with healthy
and beautiful puppies, contact Carrie
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