In 2007, I was scouring the Craigslist pet ads and I saw one for a free Doberman. I thought it must be some psycho case of a dog 'cause Dobies are rarely free. Rather, I discovered a woman who was down on her luck with a genuinely nice dog who just wanted the best home for her baby. When she brought Mia out to visit, we found common ground as moms and horsewomen - she had grown up riding Arabians. I offered to have her come out and ride and that was that. Mia came to live with us a couple of weeks later.
From the start, it was clear Mia was a lover and protector of kids. Lexi took right to her. Everyone who came to visit fell in love with her on the spot. She was patient and kind and extremely sweet. She was a quiet dog and very obedient.
On more than one occasion, Lexi used Mia as her prop. She did her hair and dressed her up. Mia lavished the attention and never got frustrated.
About a month ago, Mia started behaving a little differently. She wasn't eating as well and was moving just a little more slowly. She developed a cough that told us her aging heart was getting tired.
While we were in the hospital on April 24, my mom sent me a text message. Mia had crashed. Allen sped home, saw how sick she was, wrapped her up in blankets and made his way to the vet's office. I had called to let them know he was on the way. When he got there, he ran inside to let them know he had arrived. He and some of the staff went back out to get her, but by the time they got back outside, she had already passed.
In the midst of the birth of the baby and all of the chaos that surrounds such an event, we haven't had the proper chance to mourn Mia. She was the perfect family dog. Loyal, kind, quiet, sensitive and fiercely protective when necessary. She's a once in a lifetime kind of dog. We feel privileged to have had her in our family. We miss her terribly.