It's been kind of a sad couple of days for me... my childhood dog died last week. Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of her on the computer that I can upload, since I haven't seen her since the age of the blog began around here, so you'll just have to imagine a cream-colored sharpei/lab mix with a big tail that curled up and around and the purple tongue of the sharpei. And a smile that could melt your heart.
We got her at the Humane Society, where she had been a staff favorite. My mom took my brother to pick her out - he had his heart set on a little terrier, but when he saw Shanghai (called Lady at the time) he immediately knew she was the one.
Almost every time I walked her, people stopped me to compliment Shang. She was a beautiful dog, with a lovely temperament - though she was a bit of a scaredy-cat, afraid of loud noises and people with deep voices. Whenever the vicissitudes of teenager-hood left me upset, she'd always lay down next to me and smile, as if to say - "it's all going to be just fine."
She lived almost 14 years, most of them healthy. A good run, especially for a large dog. Still, saying goodbye is never easy.
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My father sent a picture to me, from a few days before Shang passed.
