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Putting my little black dog Dickens to sleep on June 2 was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
A pet can be the glue that holds the family together. Often when my teenager and I weren't speaking, she'd comment, "Dickens wants you to..."
A Christmas gift
Dickens came to us on Christmas night 1987. After returning from my sister's house, we picked her up from a neighborhood house. Her mother was a registered cocker who had born several litters of pups, each selling for big bucks. But the four in Dickens' litter sold for $5 each, because their father was a Schnauzer.
Her pedigree warranted a unique breed, and vets cooperated by entering her on their records as Schnocker. As a mix, Dickens enjoyed the liabilities of each breed: frequent ear infections from her cocker mother and continuing skin eruptions from her Schnauzer father.
Her name refers to both A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, and her puppyhood misbehavior, including teething on antique furniture.
An office of her own