Her Story

When We Met

We first met Theia on a crisp December day in 2011. Born in South Carolina, our Southern girl came to us when she was just 8 weeks old—the smallest of her litter, yet her eyes held a wisdom that seemed ancient even then. Named after the Greek Titaness of light, this sweet Carolina-born pup lived up to her name from the very beginning.

Her black and white coat was incredibly soft to the touch, reminiscent of the fresh snow she would come to love. From the moment she entered our home, this beautiful Siberian Husky filled it with a gentle light that never dimmed throughout her thirteen years with us.

At the dog park, Theia was truly a princess—always avoiding puddles and dirt, determined to keep her pristine coat immaculate. She would race with incredible speed around the perimeter, a blur of black and white, gracefully dodging any mess while other dogs played rough. Her elegance and poise were unmistakable, earning her admiring glances from all who witnessed her royal demeanor.

Dion's Guardian

For our son Dion, Theia was more than a pet—she was protector, confidant, and playmate. They grew together, their bond deepening with each passing year. She would listen patiently as he practiced reading, her head tilted in apparent understanding.

On walks through the neighborhood, she walked proudly beside him, occasionally glancing up as if to check on his wellbeing. Their ritual of evening play in the backyard became sacred time—moments of pure joy preserved now in memory and photographs. Even with Dion, her princess nature never faltered—she would circle puddles with graceful precision and shake off the slightest bit of dirt, all while maintaining her remarkable speed during their games of chase.

The Final Winter

As 2024 progressed, we began to notice the subtle signs of her advancing age. Her steps became measured, deliberate, though her eyes remained as bright as ever. The veterinarian confirmed what we already knew—her time with us was drawing to a close.

We made the most of her final months. Extra treats. Gentle times together as her strength gradually diminished. More precious moments simply being together—her head in our laps as we sat by the fireplace, her coat still immaculately groomed despite her weakened state, our perfect princess until the end.

On her final day, she could no longer move. We simply sat beside her, petting her soft coat for hours, our hearts breaking with each labored breath. She left us peacefully at home, in front of the fireplace she loved, held tenderly in Mom and Dad's arms on a beautiful, clear San Diego day in December. No snow, no cold—just warmth, love, and the gentle passing of our most beloved companion who had given us so much but now needed our final act of compassion. Even in these last moments of stillness, her regal demeanor somehow remained intact. In her passing, as in her life, there was grace and dignity—the very best dog to ever live, teaching us one final lesson about facing the inevitable with elegance, courage, and profound love.