November of 2007 we decided that we wanted a dog for our then 3 and 5 year old. The Crumbley family that lived next door had the best dog, and had found out that the exact same dogs had had another litter of puppies and there were three remaining. The neighbors left that night and picked up the runt. We knew that we wanted to name our dog Meea after the first letter in our first names. I talked to the owner and she said that she had named one and not the other remaining dog but that we could have our pick and she would keep the other one. I said what did you name the one dog? She said Mia. (Jaw drop)
We left after dinner when Michael got home from work and both kids sat down in the floor, the lady handed our 5 year old their Mia, that was one crazy freaked out wild kinda dog that he could barely hold on to. Our 3 year old was waiting patiently for her turn when the other nameless dog slowly came from behind her and curled up sweetly in her lap. I said, did you say we could have either dog? She said Yes. I said well we want that one! My husband said hold up! We are going to sleep on it.
So we left. The next morning before he left for work my husband said I will leave it up to you. Which typically means let the kids down easily. He left, I left to go buy a kennel and get the dog. She was 3 pounds.
Meea contracted Cushings disease and has been going down hill for sometime. We were told in October that we should really put her to sleep, but she was still active and responsive and still a part of our family, she looked like Bill the cat but we couldn't just make the call on her looks. We have spent all of the covid isolation with her. We believe she had some sort of stroke a couple of days ago and she was no longer herself.
We took her to the vet this morning and she left us peacefully. I am more than thankful for our almost thirteen years with Meea. She will forever be a precious member of our family.
