Diva Monet was a bundle of energy, and a food thief who had to be watched like a hawk if you had to leave the table for anything at all during a meal. She could run... Oh, man could she run! I clocked her once at 35 MPH. She loved frisbees, rawhide chips, pig ears, and cow hooves (although we had to stop giving her the ears and the hooves when we found out that they often had salmonella on them. Which was a blessing really, those cow hooves stink when they are chewing them.)
She was most comfortable sitting next to a warm body on the couch, usually covering herself (with effort) with a blanket. We never were able to get her to sleep anywhere but between us on the bed. We spent several useless sleepless weeks trying to get her to sleep on a heated mattress on the floor...
She was the only dog left that knew our children as infants, even the eldest adoptee... my godMdaughter. She loved everybody, feared nothing and could clear a six foot privacy fence with a two step jump. She once jumped over my brother in law, who is over six foot tall, just trying to greet him...
This morning, though she wouldn't eat her food, she stole an Eggo from my daughter when she turned her back for a second at breakfast. The Eggo remained uneaten, but thoroughly stolen. This made me very sad... This dog had a focus on food like no other dog. She set her life by feeding time, and always thoroughly enjoyed her food.
She sleeps now. No longer seeking a meal that she cannot eat. We will bury her where we will often be, as she wanted nothing other than to be near people and to eat, and sometimes play...
I will miss my Lady Diva... I had grown accustomed to her grace. I hope there is plenty of room to run wherever she is heading, and plenty of bacon. I lost a friend today, who trusted me to do the right thing.
