Whether
the spelling is this way or another Fibi didn't really care. She was with us
from the end of 2000. Born and raised in Costa Rica she was fast and alert, brave
and smart, an excellent jumper and as stubborn as a mule. When I first tried to
put a leash on her to take her for a walk she glued her legs in the floor and
refused to move. I spoke to her softly; I spoke with all my authority voice. I
tried to bribe her with smelly salami…nothing. She just set there in the center
of my bedroom and wouldn't move. I had to leave. I put the salami in front of
her and left home for about four hours. When I came back I found her in the
same position, the salami untouched. I gave up, took the leash off her and immediately
the salami disappeared within her and she left the room waving her tail up victoriously
and went to her business.
we were together.
Now
she is gone.
She
took care of Bell our late old Coli dog and when Bell was gone Fibi was so
depressed she didn't smile. Her tail went between her back legs, she hardly ate
and…there came Lulu the next love of her life.
When
Rony left home to UBC, Fibi set in front of the gate every day at three pm
waiting for the school bus. When no Rony came of the bus she howled a bit and
came back home sad and depressed. It went on like this for three month. Then Rony came home for vacation and somehow
Fibi understood.
Now
she is gone
While walking in the neighborhood
with Maribel and lulu a vicious giant German shepherd charge in for an attack
Fibi got tensed then Maribel unleashed her and in a counter attack she
fought against twice her size dog and sent him away wailing with a torn ear.
They were never attacked again.
In 2008 we left Costa Rica with both Lulu and
Fibi on the same flight and came to live in San Diego. By this time we already
knew Fibi will take it hard since she was of those stable, changes hate
persons. It took her some time but she adapted well to the totally different
life in an ocean side- desert weather of San Diego area. She did it for us and
for Lulu and she was happy. We were too. Fibi and Lulu made a home for us
wherever we went.
And
now both are gone… left…
I
came home today walking from the car towards the back door looking to the
garden gate expecting to see her standing there looking at me with blind eyes
and still know me. It's been a long time now since she wiggled her tail with
joy, not that she ever was a great wiggler, but she stopped completely after
Lulu left, and of course she wasn't there. She will never again be there… I try
hard to remove this kind of instinctive notions from my mind as soon as they
are coming in.
Fibe,
I was left behind with a nagging question was I right to make this decision of
ending your life since it is an irreversible decision? You are silent as always…
We
love you; we always have and forever will. It was a privilege to have you in
our life it was joy and happiness and since I don't intend to have another dog
to replace you, there will never be such unending unconditional love like yours
to me.
