Veeshan was conceived by mistake into a fun-loving home of a handiman, a nurse, and their bundle of boys. She was the puppy of an old arthritic Chow, (that everyone thought was too old to sire puppies), and a spry Blue Heeler. 



Veeshan took her time and smelled the flowers. Life to her was a scary and beautiful thing. She had the courage to face it when it was scary and the love to enjoy it when it was beautiful.



To strangers she was a vicious fighter. To her family she was a dear sweet affectionate pet. It took her about a month of kind actions to trust any stranger enough to accept them as a friend. But once you were her friend she couldn't kiss them enough. But if you were her enemy watch out. She would bite for blood on the first bite. She would protect all of her friends each time, as if each time she planned to protect them to the death. 



She won a place in our hearts like no other dog before or since. 



She was difficult to love at first, but as time went on, you had to love her. She was wild-like and difficult to train to come to her name. She would hide in the field and refuse to come to her name for months. And she was so fast that we couldn't even catch her. We had to use an already trained dog to catch her and to get her to trust us enough to come when her name was called. 



She was very smart and understood a lot of human words, but so stubborn that she often wouldn't do what was asked simply because she didn't want to, even though she understood everything being asked of her. This is typical for a blue heeler. But, due to her stubbornness she never was a good fetcher. Even though she would get jealous if I played fetch with another dog. She always bit her leash, up until her last sick days, as if she had never been leash trained, but she loved to go on walks like walking was going to Disneyland. She loved to guard me while I was going out to empty the trash. 



She was very competitive with the dog we already owned, and always trying to out do him. This made for some very funny stories.     



When she was sick and in an incredible amount of pain, she came to me for help, in the sweetest and gentlest of ways. She didn't panic, but she let me know it was a very urgent situation. We tried home remedies for a few hours. They didn't make her feel any better. So we took her to the 24-hour Animal Hospital. When we got to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning and found out how bad it was, there was nothing we could do. We had to put her out of her misery. She was a little afraid, confused, and distressed during her last minutes.  But, we did our best to comfort her as she passed. She didn't want to go. She still wanted to get better and live.



Her enthusiasm for life was so strong that it seems that death didn't fit her at all. It seems like she should still be alive with us, guarding us and watching over our lives with all of her might.