Seiko
April 14, 1993 to January 26, 2004
Loved by Jerry and Michele Ash
I'd grown up with a Boxer as my childhood companion and best friend; oh, how I loved that dog - could never imagine owning a small dog. But, when my husband and I decided we wanted a dog in our family again, 10 years after his white German shepherd dog died, I started researching. I knew because of where we lived, a Boxer wasn't possible - too much dog for too little lot.
I narrowed down the search to pugs, Frenchies and Bostons - and finally made the decision to get a Boston. It took me well over a year to find a BT - but in April of 1993, Seiko joined our family and it's a decision I never regretted. Seiko, our "watch" dog, gave me so much pleasure over the years we had her - she was a constant companion, a constant source of amusement - and so smart, the trainers had trouble keeping up with her. I'd never had a dog with so much personality - and believe me, she may have been small in stature but in her mind she was anything but!
Even though she loved Jerry best, I could forgive her. She'd spend her days laying on the daybed next to my computer, wearing one of her beloved ruffs - quite the fashion plate was my girl. And, when she wasn't sleeping, she was "helping" me in the kitchen - my floors were always very clean. Such a busy little girl - always something to check on. We moved three times while we had Seiko and she never cared - as long as her people were with her, it was okay. The squirrels in Texas kept her busy as did the lizards, armadillos and rabbits in Florida. Quite the little huntress, especially if Mom were at the other end of the leash.
She did love her walks! Never could get enough. The last day we had her I took her for extra walks, gave her extra treats and a nice long car ride - such a good little traveler she was. When we moved from Texas to Florida, we drove straight through - and Seiko was a real trooper.
It's just been three weeks since she went to the Bridge, but there are constant reminders. Just tonight as we drove home after meeting friends for dinner, I was thinking, "Poor Seiko is going to have her dinner awfully late." I do that all the time - expecting Seiko to greet me when I come home, or be waiting when I awake in the mornings. We had so many special routines . . . but I know she's at peace now - even though we miss her, she's better where she is now, free from her pain and distress - and with her beloved Grandma and Grandpa.
Photos by Michele
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Last updated February 6, 2004.