Popo was never called “majestic,” “wise,” or “loyal,” certainly not “therapeutic,” he literally failed that test. Mostly he was called, “You little sh*t,” but my god did we love him.
In December of 2009 Dylan and I were on an errand in Lawrence, when she pointed out that the MSPCA’s Nevin’s Farm shelter was just over the border in Methuen, and she would like to stop by and walk a dog, to “help out.” She asked if they had a small dog she could walk, and they presented her with “Bailey.” Here’s what that moment looked like:
I knew we were in trouble.
Ironically his adoption report said, “Trouble.” He had lived in two homes where he had been crated all day and put on a line in the yard instead of walked. So when released from captivity he would tear the house apart and sh*t on the couch right in front of the owners. He had been at the shelter for a month. I said, “We’ll take him.”
I suggested Dylan rename him with something more original, and being a Lhasa Apso, of Tibetan origin (the favorite breed of the Dalai Lama), she researched Tibetan and came up with the name “Popo Pabu,” which meant “Lord Puffball.”
When you give a dog to a ten year old, this is the result:
But there are also moments like this:
Iain protested our (my) rash decision – we still had elderly Keiku, but he adjusted:
In one of his rare useful times, Popo became an alarm system for Keiku when she fell during the night, until she eventually passed…
…and for a time he was the only dog of the house, seeing us through our move to Gloucester:
Once settled in his new home, he developed some interesting and mortifying hobbies. A dinnertime hump, with anything soft and fuzzy, including his dog bed or Dylan’s stuffed animals, so that every meal had the backdrop of Popo’s heavy breathing. When we left him to spend Christmas with a friend’s family while we were away on a trip, he was given a stuffed llama as a gift, which he proceeded to hump under the Christmas tree in front of the gathered family He had a knack for finding underwear that he would bring into the center of a social gathering to enjoy, biting anyone who tried to stop him.
Eventually Dylan gave up on him as a playmate and best friend, and asked for a redo. Enter Fiyero, the Puerto Rican Sato:
Fiyero grew and grew and grew, out of the “chihuahua mix’ the shelter sold him as, and into something else entirely. And his beloved companion was Popo:
With Dylan happy with her new companion, I could now openly call Popo my dog. He had always been my dog. I saved him from the costumes, the skits, the teasing, and let him be the ornery, lazy dog he was.
For eight years we loved him for all of his quirks. Then last week he got sick.
His liver was mysteriously failing and we were instructed to take him to the animal hospital immediately. For three brutal days we lived with the knowledge that he was suffering in his most hated place – a cage. We tried to keep his spirits up, but it took it’s toll on all of us.
After seeing him decline by the third day, living with catheters on a pee pad, with a cone of shame, I told him I was not leaving that place without him. We told the doctor and staff to hand him over because he was going home.
I carried him to the car, thin, shaved, and covered in bandages, rolled down the window, and watched with pure joy as he pushed his face out into the breeze and the sunshine.
He had one last sniff in the grass:
One last trip to the beach:
And one last good-bye with the girl who saved him:
We will remember him for his speed:
And the love and laughter he gave us everyday.
8 thoughts on “Popo 2007-2018”
So sorry for your loss.. beautiful tribute.. he was lucky to find your family xo
A beautiful and loving tribute.
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Wonderful tribute Amy. I’m so sorry. It’s unfair that we have them such a short time in our lives. Perfect or imperfect as they are, we love them and they reward us with so much.
Darwin also did the ‘dinnertime hump’, except he did it when I put him in the truck to go anywhere. He would pick up his bed and get busy with it. I called it True Bliss because I know he was truly happy with whatever travels awaited him and this was how he expressed it. I think Popo was probably expressing True Bliss when seeing his family, or shocked friends, sit down to a meal. You made him truly happy.
Thanks so much, Vicki, that’s comforting to know about Darwin (that Popo wasn’t alone in his escapades). I know you understand completely how we’re feeling.
The memories you shared about Popo were so moving, they brought me to tears. I am so sorry for your loss, I know how much it hurts to lose a dear companion. He was truly one of a kind, and your photos and heartfelt stories captured the love you all had for each other. He was lucky to have had you for a family.
Sending lots of hugs!
Thanks so much, Laurie, it’s a tough adjustment to life without him.