Shantee is an Imperial Shih Tzu (or commonly called here in the Philippines as “Princess type” Shih Tzu), more than two months old. She’s as feisty as our darling Sheero, but way friendlier (Sheero had snobby tendencies hehe). All of our other dogs like her—Choknat and Harry seem to take her under their wing.

Shantee has been with us for more than a week now, but I haven’t really had the heart to blog about her here since Sheero’s passing. I felt like I would be “disrespecting” Sheero’s memory if I did—after all, it was this blog that made Sheero a star.

But, life goes on. Besides, Sheero wouldn’t have wanted me to shut down this blog—she knows how important blogging is to me.

Anyway, I wrote about Sheero and Shantee first on my personal blog, Kutitots. That blog was inspired by Sheero, Harry, Choknat, and the rest of the gang, but mostly Sheero. I thought it was only fitting that I introduced Shantee there first, since that was the blog where Sheero was first featured as well. I know this sounds weird, but I felt that out of respect for Sheero’s memory, I should introduce Shantee there first before here. It’s hard to explain really, but it’s just a feeling, you know? Besides, it wouldn’t writing about Shantee on both blogs anyway

So there. Please welcome… SHANTEE!!!!!

High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
“For I know my master will come” says he,
“and when he comes he will call for me.”

The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
“But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me.”

And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master’s voice he hears.

And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel’s bark.

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We’ll see each other again, my best friend. I love you, Sheero.

I love you, Sheero. I love you, Choknat and Harry. I love you Patatats, Spike, Coal, Scout, Crunchie, Kuton, Whitey, Tootie, and Cho-Cho. Hugs!