I got Suki from a rescue when she was about 1 1/2 years old. Â I didn’t know a lot about her back story except that she’d been turned into the rescue twice by families who said they just didn’t really want her anymore. Â I promised her that I’d stay with her to the end. Â My sweet Suki passed away this evening after 14+ great years. Â She was a fierce and loyal companion with a mind of her own.
I picked her up from a rescue 6 hours from my house. Â After the long drive home she bounded into the house, ran into each room, and then jumped on my bed and peed. Â I’m not sure if she was just super excited to finally be home or if she was getting me back for the long ride in the car.
Soon after I got her, a friend lent me his book on training Akitas. Â I’d skimmed it a bit and left it on the table so we could start our training soon. Â The next morning I woke up to find the book shredded on the floor…. Suki had never torn up anything before and never did again! Â She just wanted to make sure I understood that she didn’t need any training. Â She would walk to her own beat.
She also had this toy that was actually a stress doll… one of those things you beat on when you are stressed and it would scream (Weird, I know). Â Well, Suki took it from Toby and claimed it as hers. Â She loved to carry it into our room at night and chew on it so that it would scream “YOUR DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!” as we were sleeping.
Suki was a bit of a puppy until she was probably Â 7 or 8 years old. Â She finally started to mellow out a bit. Â The kids took advantage of that and would dress her up. Â Sometimes it was just to keep her warm in the winter.