Mashka & Arthur

Mashka, my “Mashy”, I remember when you were born. I was so happy to learn that one of those tiny, adorable newborn cavalier puppies was going to be mine! I was a fan of the movie “Anastasia” so your show name was “My Anastasia” & I called you Mashka for short. I remember how you loved to play with the other puppies, how you’d do zoomies around the yard & snuggle under the covers at my feet sometimes. We even went through show training & dog shows together. I was devistated when you passed away so young of a kidney infection & I blamed myself for it for so long afterwards.

King Arthur, my “Arthur farthur” my “Art the fart”,you were born & came into my life at just the right time when I was missing Mashka. For seven years we were together, through obedience training, a bout of doggy pneumonia, showing off at the Canada Day parade, you even helped me out when I puppy sat for other dogs at home. I didn’t know your liver was failing until the very end because the vet & my family didn’t want to upset me. Looking back, I wish I had known. Again, I blamed myself for a long time & wondered if we let you go too early.

I wish you & Mashka could have known eachother. I hope you are both having a wonderful time now across the rainbow bridge. ❤️❤️🐾🐾🌈🌈