04/08/2021
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I’m at loss. Lobita, the Wolf Panda is gone too soon.
I walked and loved Lobita as her walker for many years. I helped her learn that the world was not as scary of a place as she first thought it was. I saw her blossom into a confident, stubborn, sometimes aloof, but contagiously joyful cartoon character of dog. She loved head massages , burying things for later, chasing pine cones/sticks, and drinking water really really slowly.
I thought I was going to loose her once. On on of our hikes, she got bit by a rattlesnake and I rushed her to get anti-venom. She looked like even more of a cartoon character than normal, with her swollen snout but she survived.
When I lost my dogs, Shade and Bucket, she was such a balm for me. I think I stored a lot of that grief with her.
When I left California, this creature was one of the hardest parts in my leaving. I told myself that I’d see her again and it’s difficult to come to terms with the fact that I won’t.
I’m comforted that she was with her person and walker when she died. I’m comforted by the fact that she had an incredibly happy life. I’m comforted by the over 2,000 photos and videos I have of her. She is a visceral memory now. I am so grateful to have been in her life.
My heart is with her person, Phyllis and her walker Marya. Cancer takes the very best creatures too soon.
I love you always Lobita.