You were everything a dog owner could ever want - and much much more. Forever smart, determined, funny, loving, you spent your younger years bossing Sam around in the US before being shipped over in a crate to sunny Switzerland.
A year in Lugano was what you would have ordered had you been able to order things...!
After that, you were moved up to Zurich and this is where you found your enlarged family.
Add on a few years and Artù was added to your pack.
As you aged, you became more single-minded (some would say hard-headed) and tried to boss the show.
Your attention, usually short and demanding something of us, was always appreciated.
Your heart, your amazing heart kept you going well into your 16th year - more proof that you were not just another Amstaff (and yes, the runt of the litter). It was 2006 where we started adding glucosamine to your diet as your hips were stiff and, more recently, we've added anti-inflamatory drugs to the peanut butter and Nutella we were giving you. Most recently, we added heart medication, anti-biotics and some drugs for your brain to the cocktail.
But the time came that we had to make the hardest decision every; the one every dog owner must make - to let you go. Remember the times you've been uncomfortable, unable to settle and generally not happy? The reason is that you're old.
We'll never forget you, baby. There will never be another Nikki, Stinky, Big Girl, Nikki-Wikki or any of the other names you've been called.
We love you, Nikki
Love
Mommy, Daddy and Artù
