Nutmeg, February 2004 – January 2016

“We first saw Nutmeg as a puppy at the Humane Society.  We had been looking for a dog to be a companion for our second dog after  our first dog had passed away.  I first noticed Nutmeg because of her outstanding color, which is also the source of her name.  I became enamored of her once I approached her cage because she was quiet and sweet.  That, we were to find out, was the essence of her nature.  Soon we took her home, and she and our other dog became inseparable.  They always walked together, sat next to each other, and slept near each other.
     Nutmeg was soon a favorite of the neighborhood.  Her striking color drew others to her, but her sweet nature is what they loved most.  At first, our neighbors could not get used to her name:  They would ask about “Cinnamon” or “Chestnut”.  The best was when one neighbor saw us one day and asked us, “How is little Paprika?”  Whenever someone new met her in person, they always agreed that “Nutmeg” was such a perfect name for her!
    372174_1254633651As a young dog, Nutmeg loved the off-leash parks.  She would spend hours there, chasing balls thrown from a chuck-it, leaping high in the air.  She loved to play hide-and-seek with us in the tall grass, or run across fields.  Her favorite thing, however, was to swim in the river or lake.  She loved the water, and happily chased floating balls and would swim back with them for as long as we could stand to throw them.

    Eventually, as she got a little older, Nutmeg developed knee problems in her back legs, so after a while, there was no more leaping or swimming.  She still loved to take long walks for miles, and became very exploratory, developing a number of routes around the neighborhood that she enjoyed walking.  We would sometimes take deliberate walks to see chickens in a yard, or some Shetland ponies that were in small corral several blocks from home.  Nutmeg was always friendly toward other animals, and very fascinated by these non-dogs. 

Nutmeg dreaming of Christmas.

Nutmeg dreaming of Christmas.

She would be fascinated in watching them and trying to meet them.  She was a people pleaser, always gentle, gracious, polite, and just an elegant lady.  She was universally acknowledged as a true sweetheart, which is how I always referred to her.  She bore her final sickness with stoic grace.  She always made you feel that your coming home was the best event ever – always so happy to welcome us.  She was a lovely soul, and the only bad thing she ever did was not to live as long as we needed her to.  We miss her every day, but are filled with wonderful memories and gratitude that we were her family for her whole life.”