01/26/2018
ADMIRAL'S PIPER 2011 - 2018
Today we said goodbye to Piper, reg. name Admiral's Piper. She had osteosarcoma and was a couple of months shy of her 7th birthday.
She was our original pick of the litter, chosen because of her beguiling personality and her tremendous speed as a puppy, chasing and being chased by her littermates. As it turned out, Piper was something of the "bohemian sister" of the litter, marching to her own drummer all her life.
We tried Piper in lure coursing, but she was an easily-distracted, not-particularly-keen chaser. More often than not, she would chase the lure to the first turn, then peel off to go skylarking or butterfly-chasing around the field. When retreived by one of us in mid-field, she would often flop over on her back, asking for a belly rub before being leashed up. She almost always got it.
At home, Piper displayed her original speed only when she felt like it. When inspired to run, she was very fast and would lean over almost to the ground to make the turns required to run in a large circle.
Piper hated flying insects with a passion. In summer, she learned that the detested bugs were flying in the daytime but not at night, so would wait to enjoy outdoor time until after sunset, venturing outside during the day only to empty and then hurry back inside. The first frost each autumn that killed the flying bugs was her godsend, and she would spend hours outdoors once the bugs were gone for the season.
She loved sticks, of any size. All puppies enjoy chewing on and carrying sticks, but Piper indulged that habit all her life. Until her very last day, she enjoyed jumping on a stick lying in the turnout yard and then lying down with it for a good chew.
Piper's cancer was first diagnosed in August 2017 following the development of a swelling in her right front carpus. We managed her pain and slowed the growth of the tumor with meloxicam, and she stayed mostly sound on the leg for several months. Even when she developed a limp, Piper remained peppy, ate well and never exhibited panting or other outward signs of chronic pain. She made the timing of our decision to put her to sleep difficult because she enjoyed her life right up to the end. Ultimately, the tumor became significantly large enough that we feared that she would fracture the leg running around in a small turn-out yard, which she did almost every day.
As Piper disliked going to the vet's office, we had a vet come to our farm to put her to sleep. Piper went peacefully, looking out over the horses in the pasture that she often like to watch running about. We will miss her and her charming quirks a great deal.