Natasha Carol

Our beautiful girl, Natasha, (or Tosh, or Toshie, or Natty, or Natty Tosh, she answered to all her names) was my sole companion during the day and we had spent 14 years of blissful days together. Letting her out in the yard was a treat because I loved to watch her roll on her back in the warm sunshine. She also loved to roam around the back yard watching squirrels and loll on her big bed. Another favorite spot she enjoyed was watching the day go by in her window seat. No passerby went undetected and were greeted with a few barks just to let them know, this was her street and all who passed had to be reminded of that fact. She was a great traveler and spent time in the woods and snow in New Mexico but her favorite place to hang out was riding on the boat in the Inter coastal water way on Padre Island. Walking the beach was great fun discovering all kinds of sea creatures that had washed up on the shore. Natasha was a great dog, and did not need to be on a leash because she knew not to stray too far. My husband loved this dog as well and would pet her in those favorite spots, Nat knew how to get him to continue petting her when he stopped by placing a gentle paw on his arm, or just by barely lifting her paw. He would say, “now that’s got to be enough” and stop rubbing her and she would raise her paw slightly and he would say, “MORE?!” That was their game and it went on an on. He would also drop food on the floor “accidently” and she would love to munch on those stolen tidbits. Over the last few years she developed epilepsy and had to be medicated twice a day. Then she developed a thyroid problem and anemia which meant more meds. This last February we were headed to Santa Fe and I could tell she was feeling poorly. I took her to the vet and was told she had pancreatitis. Wow, what a shock. She made that trip but was not eating much any more. I tried all kinds of different food to entice her to eat, but she would sometimes only eat a handful of Cheerios, turning away from grilled chicken. Sadly, she became too weak to walk from lack of food and I had to let her go. I loved this dog with all my heart and will never forget her. I miss her so much. What is dog spelled backward, GOD. She was a gift from God. Good Bye My Sweet Girl.

Funeral Home:
All Paws Great and Small Crematory
5611 E. Houston St.
San Antonio, TX
US 78220