In 2003, shortly after the spouse and I moved to Little Rock, a miniature fox named Phoebe came to live with us.
My sister had acquired Phoebe from another Pomeranian breeder to diversify her kennel. After a failed attempt at showing her — because she was just too timid for the show ring — Phoebe came to live with us as a pet. She was about two years old at the time.
Spouse and I already had cats, and we had never owned a dog together. We both grew up with dogs — his large, mine both large and small — so we were no strangers to the canine persuasion. Phoebe launched herself into our hearts and onto our furniture in no time flat.
Although Phoebe lived with us, my sister still used her in the kennel breeding program now and then. She had two litters of pups, six in total, and even fostered a puppy when that little one’s mama didn’t have any milk. Phoebe was an excellent mama and made pretty puppies.
When we moved from Arkansas to California, we left Phoebe behind for a while so she could have one last litter. After they were weaned, my sister had her spayed. Sometime later, I flew back to Arkansas for a quick visit and to bring Phoebe home. She packed herself.
It was the cutest thing I ever saw.
Phoebe was a great traveler and we took her with us to a lot of places.
Like 17-Mile Drive in Carmel.
And out for lunch in Seaside.
And the Peach Festival in Marysville.
Hiking to Glass Beach.
And windy Point Reyes.
Phoebe loved her walks. She also loved her fellow critters, and got along with the cats who graciously shared their space with her.
And years later, when Chloe came to live with us, she pretty much adopted the new fuzzball as her own.
Told you she was a good mama. She also tolerated the occasional goofy dress-up.
And was especially beautiful when she was fresh from the groomers.
We loved her every minute of every day.
Today was her last day. She had kidney disease and had been steadily failing since last Christmas. Today spouse and I made the decision it was time to break our hearts and let her go.
Sweet dreams, my sweet sweet Phoebe. Run fast, run free. The beach and the butterflies await you.