The best office assistant

This, ladies and gentleman is Tiva May. A former coworker and I ran into each other one day, and she’d informed me that her daughters dog had some pups. Upon showing me the pics of said pups, I knew I wanted one. This sweetheart is the only one that had the brindle markings. Her siblings were all tan in color. From the day she came home with me she was keen to be at my side no matter what I was doing.

Literally didn’t matter if I was using the restroom, taking out the trash, or cooking. She was at my side all the time. Of course, I would spoil her the best I could. She’d take up a large chunk of the bed when it was night time. I still loved her no matter what.

When I would be sitting at my desk, she would either sit at my feet and rest her head on my leg. On occasion, she would try to climb into my lap. That was always fun. She even tried that once while I was in a Zoom meeting. She stole the show.

Above all of that though, she was always there for me. I struggle with anxiety. I always joked that even though I adopted her that she really picked me. She could tell when I was having a stressful or anxious day. And she would do whatever she could to make it all better. And man was she good at that. It wouldn’t take long for me to forget what I was stressed or anxious about.

A lot people warned me that she would be ‘dangerous’ because she was a pit-bull. That was the biggest load I’d ever heard in my life. She was the most gentle, loving, and goofy dog I’d ever been around.

Sadly, she passed away one day. It was sudden and unexpected. I was heartbroken, and to some degree, still am. I keep a picture of her on my desk as a way to remember her. It’s as though she’s still looking over me, doing her best to help me stay balanced in calm in the middle of trying times. Tiva May was better to me in the time we had together than most humans were.

She was buried with her favorite toy and outfit. She touched the lives of everyone that met her, and she didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She had so much love to give, and I’m beyond thankful that she chose me to give it to. To this day, I still miss her. I miss the excitement she’d show when I walk in the door from shopping or whatever it was I was doing.

I know that she’s up in heaven with Bandit, my childhood dog, and that they’re plaing together sharing stories of me, waiting until we meet up again. She is also the basis for a story that I’m currently working on, which tells the story of a lady, only from the dogs point of view. Tiva May had such a huge impact on my life that I will never forget her. She literally made everyone that met her smile. Matter of fact, I smile while I sit here writing this, thinking about her. It’s almost as though I can feel her head resting on my leg.