Happy Friday everyone!
I’m going to get right down to it: I’m worried about my dog.
A few weeks back, she tore her ACL (a ligament in her back right leg). The vet said to carry her everywhere for 2 weeks and give her pain meds. She seemed to be doing much better, and when we had our vet recheck on Monday he said she looked great.
Wednesday night Gracie, was outside chasing Charlie around the yard and everything was fine.
Two hours later, she couldn’t put any weight on it and whimpered throughout the night.
Gracie will be 10 years old in a couple of weeks. She is my shadow.
My absolute, without a doubt, best buddy … who is a bit too codependent on me.
In the last year, I have started to see her slow down a bit and it scares me. When she gets up in the morning to go out, she really has to take her time stretching, and her eyes are starting to get a little bit foggy.
I don’t think she’s in any imminent danger of going anywhere, but just these sad signs of aging are freaking me out. If anything would ever happen to any of my pups, you will literally have to commit me somewhere because I will lose my mind.
Working from home, I am surrounded by them everyday. The three amigos follow me from room to room and help assist me with all of my projects.
The thought of not hearing one of those sets of little feet following me makes me want to crawl into a hole.
In the past I will sometimes get annoyed at Grace shoving up past my laptop to have her 18th belly rub of the day, and I’ll push her to the side. In this last year, I have really tried to remain present with her whenever possible because in the back of my mind, I wonder how many belly rubs will there be to come?
I know a lot of people will read this and think “get a grip woman, this is just a dog”. For me, I will be thankful for every wanted belly rub, and I will carry her from room to room if her leg hurts. I will buy special meat to sneak her pills into, and not move at night because I know she is curled up between my knees. I will take her on walks when I don’t feel like it and throw her dirty stuffed racoon a thousand times, even though I’m trying to workout.
You do these things for “people” that you love, and I love this little white furball with eyes that will melt your soul with all of my heart.
To some people she is just a dog, but to me she is family….
