Sometimes life is filled with unexpected joys. Sometimes it’s the other way around. This weekend, after 11 years of blissful love, snuffling and puppy kisses, we had to put our older dog, Mulan to sleep.
Mulan was, in the words of our vet, “the nicest Shar-Pei in the world.” She was a sweet girl, with a loving disposition. Mulan greeted everyone with a snuffle and lots and lots of kisses. She was in heaven when people would let her lick their legs, hands or arms as long as she could. A friend once timed her and after twenty minutes made her switch legs. Mulan loved to lick my husband’s bald head and, just before we let her go, she did just that.
Mulan greeted us every day with tail wagging. She curled up with us every night and snored away as she slept. She was eager to please and loved to snuggle on the sofa, her head resting on your leg (or, if you weren’t available, a pillow, book or anything handy). It is hard to sit here now on the sofa, laptop in my lap but no Mulan on my feet.
While she did not grow up to save China, I can say, without exaggeration, she saved me. Mulan was with me through graduate school, relationships ending, family members dying, weddings, new jobs, new homes and, finally, new babies. She was curled up with me while I cried, wagged her tail when I laughed and walked next to me when I needed support. I love my other dog and Mulan holds a special, irreplaceable spot in my heart.