Yesterday, my granddaughters’ elderly dog Nyx (short for Onyx) passed away suddenly and peacefully at home. She was on the kitchen floor when the girls came home from school and of course, the they very upset. She had been slowing down more and more in the past months, but showed no other signs of illness. I can only assume that she passed away from a stroke or a heart attack.
Nyx was a Schipperke, a Dutch breed of dog that was used on the barges on the canals to hunt out the rats and mice that might get on board. In that respect, they are like terriers. They are medium to small sized dogs, completely black with pointed ears and a pointy snout. They have wonderful dispositions; they are great with kids. Nyx had lived with my granddaughters for 7 or 8 years and was probably 5 or 6 years old then. She loved to snuggled up and sleep with Jackie in her bed. She loved attention and was a bery obedient dog and loyal to her family. She was also a fine companion for the ill-behaved chihuahua Pako. They rarely squabbled but enjoyed one another’s company.
I never minded taking care of Nyx when Sabrina and her family went way. She was never any trouble. She came in from outside in the back yard when she was called and loved to get her cookie when she came in. She loved to be close to people and often slept on top of me when I slept on the couch when I was house-sitting.
Nyx will be greatly missed not only by her family but by me, her Nana. She was one of the sweetest dogs there ever was. And now she is across the Rainbow Bridge with Spikey, Hannah (and they aren’t fighting), Frieda, and Allie, waiting for us when we cross the bridge and will be so glad to see us again. Until then, play and be happy, Nyx. We will see you again.