A Tribute to Tiger

 

Tiger

He was just a handful of orange fluff when I brought him home, but it was no time at all until he asserted himself as the alpha dog over our aging, laid back Golden Retriever, Baron.  Ever patient, Baron tolerated the little tiger who alternately pulled his ears or slept between his paws.

Somewhere along in his fifth year, Tiger developed Black Skin Disease (known as BSD), which seems to be seen often in Pomeranians.  His pretty pink skin turned black and he lost most of his hair, except  for that on his head and feet.  While not contagious, it did cause second glances from people he encountered.  But his adorable face always outweighed his not-so-adorable body and of course he was oblivious to how he looked.  His vet recommended a regimen of a drug called soloxine, along with melatonin and low and behold, he re-grew about fifty percent of his hair!

Tiger spent the next several  years being a consummate  lap dog.  During the warmer months he would spend hours sitting in the yard either surveying the neighborhood or watching the birds flying overhead.

The addition of other dogs to our family over the span of Tiger’s life never  bothered  him – he seemed to always know that he was special and the others were simply to be tolerated.

After a brief but severe  illness, Tiger crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on June 13, 2011.  He is now back with Baron – and hopefully not pulling his ears.