I met Meka when she was four years old. She was a gorgeous, muscular loving, laid back rottweiler. The first time Mikey took me to his house Meka ran in jumped up knocking me into the chair I was standing in front of. She climbed up in the chair with me and licked my entire face. We were instant friends. Six months later when Mikey and I moved in together Meka quickly made herself at home. All the neighborhood children loved her. After school they would come knock on the door and ask if Meka could come out to play like she was just another kid. She love the children so much that if she heard one of them crying she would almost break a window wanting to get out to make sure they were okay. As I began getting sick we saw the first signs of how special she was. Just before I would have a seizure Meka would come up behind me hitting me in the back of my knees. It was her way of telling me to sit down. It took her doing it a couple times before I understood what she was saying to me. After that if she came up behind me and bumped me I would sit down and sure enough I would have a seizure. She had become my shadow and Mikey started calling her a traitor dog. Here he had had her for four years but she was truly my dog. In the first year we all were together I was hospitalized several times. These times were very trying for Meka. Before Mikey would go to bed he would call my room so I could talk to Meka in a hopes that she would stop crying so they could sleep.
In 2002, Mikey sold his trike to make a down payment on our home. In the spring I planted my first garden here. I told Meka not to let anything get in the garden. She took me at my word. I was laying on the couch one day she kept coming in and running back out. The third time she did this we got up to see what had her so excited. We followed her around the side of the house where she stood over a dead bunny. The bunny had been eating the tops off my green beans as best as we could tell.
Halloween that same year Mikey was gone playing cards. Meka and I had been in the computer room when there was a knock on the door. I assumed that it was the neighbor from across the street. Meka never bark she went and hid in the bedroom. I opened the door and much to my surprise there stood a man carrying a black tote bag. He handed ne a tatter old pamphlet and stated that he was collecting money for youth organizations. Not any one specifically just youth organizations in general. I handed him back the pamphllet and said I wasnt interested. When I tried to close the door he started pushing against it. Suddenly there was Meka head down, ears back, teeth showing with a growl that even made me turn and look. The man let go of my door. He stepped back his eyes were as big as saucers as he stated "Man that's a big dog you got there!"
I replied"Yeah!, She is." and slammed the door and locking it in one swift movement.
I grabbed the phone and called Mikey and the police. In the meantime he disappeared into oblivion.
While I have no concrete proof I am posative that our neighbor tried to poison Meka shortly after that. She got extremely ill. I would carry her dog food in my robe pockets into her bed and hand feed her. We took her to the vet she was diagnosed with pancreatitis. When the vet stated he was going to put her on 10mg of reglan I started laughing. He and Mikey both looked at me like I was insane. I told them both that is the same medication even the same mg amount that I am on. Since Meka got pancreatitis I have not had another bad bout of now going on 4 years.
Just before Christmas 2005 I found a huge knot on one of her breast we couldn't get into see her vet until the 4 of Jan. He did an ultra sound on her. She had advanced cancer in her breast liver and spleen we took her home for the weekend. She loved fried chicken so we made her a special dinner sunday night of fried chicken. She ate 6 pieces and part of a piece of apple pie. Monday morning Mikey took her back to the vet to be put down. He didnt even need the leash she seem to know. I have a lock of her hair her collar and vet papers in a pretty red box.
She is never far from my heart I have tears steaming down my face just writing this. She will always be my special angel.