My Beloved Shasta
by Mary
(Plattsburgh, New York)
I write this to you very sad of the passing of my beloved Shasta on Sept. 30, 2008. Shasta, a bishon-pom mix was with me for 12 years. I can't express the joy, loyalty, and best friend that bonded me and Shasta over the years. I can still remember the first time I saw her at the pet shop, she was on the counter and came to me and layed in my arms. At that moment, I new she was my baby. Not having children of my own, Shasta was my child in every sense. We did everything together. In the last two years of her life, she was diagnosed with diabetes. We work together with a Vet and began insulin to control it, six months later she started to loose her sight. Shasta was a trooper, she quickly adapted to her surrondings and was still as happy as always. Earlier this year we decided to see if we could restore her eye sight through cateract surgery, upon the initial testing, we discovered she had cushings disease. We then got in touch with a Vet that specialized with this disease. At this point things seemed bleek, but we worked with the Vet and her symptoms started to subside. Shasta always went to Grandma's when I went out of town, she loved it, it was like she was also on vacation. And they spoiled her just like I did. I would never consider kenneling her, it always broke my heart to see an animal in a cage. Well, I went out of town on vacation, Shasta was fine when I left her with Grandma. After two days she started feeling bad and was taken to the Vet's. She passed away within 24 hours, with her first and final seizures that took her life. The only comfort I have about this is that every day I would talk to Shasta and tell her that she was the most important thing in my life and that if anything should happen to either one of us, to always remember that I love you very much and I believe she understood me. She is greatly missed and will be in my heart forever.