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Miss Libbyface was a sweet
and funny lovey marshmallow dog who was also an infuriating brat.
One minute she would be posed serenely with paws crossed, and the next
minute she would be lurking behind the dining room table and yipping,
stamping her feet for attention. She liked to visit us at the
couch, pretending to be asking for pets but really rolling her eyes to
sneak peeks at anything edible that might be on the coffee table.
She loved to have her face and neck rubbed, but if we messed with her
ears she clamped them shut. Libby wasn't the most beautiful dog,
though she got prettier as she got older and her coloring
softened. She had some of the longest fur I've ever seen on a
greyhound, very soft and pettable, and cold weather never fazed
her. When we got her, we joked that she was our bubble-butted,
pigeon-toed, snaggle-toothed dog but we loved her anyway. Food
was one of her greatest joys, which made it especially hard when she
was diagnosed with chronic pancreatitis and couldn't have people-food
anymore. Not content to have one serious (but manageable)
illness, she also developed laryngeal paralysis and had throat surgery
in December 2006. She recovered like a champ, and loved the
attention as we fed her canned food with a spoon until her throat
healed. The surgery caused her to lose her voice, so all she
could do was bark in a whisper afterwards.
Libby missed Jazz terribly after we lost him. We hoped to have a
couple more years with her, and to get another dog to keep her
company. She started to decline rather quickly in July, still
happy and affectionate but not eating much and sometimes losing her
balance. In August we knew we'd have to make a decision soon, but
she had other ideas and went fairly quietly at home. Her loss
left the house empty and quiet, and we miss her very much. She
and Jazz share the tree in the backyard, our pretty babies together
forever.
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