Birthday: ~ January 2002
Rescued: August 20, 2005
Passed: February 9, 2015
Blood Donor: N/A
There’s something missing in my home,
I feel it day and night,
I know it will take time and strength
before things feel quite right.
But just for now, I need to mourn,
My heart — it needs to mend.
Though some may say, “It’s just a pet,”
I know I’ve lost a friend.
You’ve brought such laughter to my home,
and richness to my days.
A constant friend through joy or loss
with gentle, loving ways.
Companion, friend, and confidante,
A friend I won’t forget.
You’ll live forever in my heart,
My sweet, forever pet.
Kon-nitchi-wa*, my name is Nitchi. True to my Japanese origin, I am a proud female Akita. I grew up in and came from an extremely loving home. It never entered my mind that it would ever change. But for very personal reasons things changed and I had to move to a new home. It’s funny sometimes how life presents itself. What could have been a traumatic experience resulted in my now having the best of both worlds. I not only moved to an equally loving home, but I have the added benefit of enjoying regular visits from my original owner(s).
Upon arriving at my new home, I was immediately introduced to my new veterinarian. He performed a very thorough examination at which time it was discovered that I had a bit of a hip problem. That would explain why sometimes I have trouble getting up. And it was during that visit I was spayed. That definitely hurt my ego; once I got past my pride however, I understood it was done for my own health and welfare.
I spend my days in the company of Princess and Mason. They came to me within a week of each other at a time in my life when I suddenly found myself alone. My kind are not generally open to new companions, but in this case the circumstances happened to be right. Although a female, Princess was only a puppy and Mason, being a male was no threat to me. Clearly their coming gave me a new purpose in life and helped me get past my loneliness. Princess has since grown up and has a mind of her own, so I generally leave her to do her own thing. Although I know that Mason is also old enough to make his own decisions, I continue to mother him. I just can’t help myself, I need to feel needed. Not that I don’t like the fresh air, but I thrive on the time I spend indoors. I’m not that active a dog to begin with, so I figure I might as well be a couch potato in the true sense of the word. Besides, I’m a real people dog. Just look into my eyes – guaranteed I’ll draw you in and you’ll be putty in my paws.