Life With Sharon, or, How Much Can a Dog Take?

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ZZZZZZZ

March 2nd 2013 7:38 pm
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When you're an old guy, sometimes you have trouble peeing. Sorry if that offends you, but it's just a fact of life; hey, guys - am I right? So the vet, after making sure the bladder stones hadn't come back, gave Mom some pills that were supposed to help. I'll spare you all the graphic details and medical terms, but it was a kind of tranquilizer. Well, I was as tranquilized as a wet noodle for three days. Mom was scared to death, because she couldn't wake me up. My eyes were unfocused and my tongue was hanging out. She tried to rouse me with the smell of a pill pocket which I kind of tried to eat without opening my eyes, but I couldn't make my mouth work so I just licked the blanket. I spent two days at the vet with a needle stuck in my leg and fluid dripping into me. Mom brought me home at night and slept with me so she could check to make sure I was still breathing during the night. When she got up in the morning I still was a limp noodle so back we went for another round of fluids. I'm at home now and I'm still a little sleepier than usual but wa-a-y better than I was. Gettin' old is not for the faint of heart.

 

Give Me Your Opinion

March 5th 2013 5:45 pm
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This is a question for all dogs aged 12 or over: How would you like it if your mom adopted another dog? Not a puppy, she said, an adult dog.I mostly eat and nap.I don't like to be held or petted, but I do like to be at Mom's feet wherever they might be, and I don't like to be pestered. How about you? What do you think?

 

I'd Like to Thank...

March 11th 2013 8:05 am
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the dogster.com academy for bestowing upon me the honor of being one of the Daily Dogster Picks. (Who are they, anyway, and how does this happen?)

Mom left me with my sitter all weekend and went to a two-day dog show. No, she did not come home with a dog. Why would she - she's got one?

 

Thenk yew, thenk yew verra much!

March 13th 2013 3:23 pm
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Thank you, pals, for your congratulations. I wish I felt like I had done something to deserve it. It's all a mystery to me.

 

Good-bye

May 5th 2013 3:40 pm
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Mom's typing this for me as her tears flow, but she wanted to help me say good-bye to all my pup-pals. I'm tired. I can't stand without falling down, and can't walk without stumbling. I can't hear my mom when she says she loves me. I'm embarrassed when I try to pee and end up lying in it or when I try to eat and the food won't go into my mouth, so Mom has to feed me with a spoon. I mean, is there any dignity in that? When we go for a walk, I can't control my direction and I have no interest in good smells any more.I used to enjoy riding in my stroller and looking out at things we pass, but now I just lie down and don't notice. I'm tired of acupuncture and chiropractors and osteopaths. I'm tired of having to do strengthening exercises and pills for pain. I sleep during the day and wander at night and wonder where everybody is. Sometimes I think Mom has left the house when she really hasn't, but I go and wait at the door for her until she finds me there.

We didn't have a lifetime together - only four years. But they were the best years of my life and my mom says the same. We were there for each other through thick and thin, good and bad, happiness and sorrow.We loved each other unconditionally. Now I want to go to the Rainbow Bridge where I hear that I'll be able to run again, and hear other dogs barking and the smells in the grass will be enticing again. And, I hear, someday Mom will come and find me and we'll be together again. I know her heart is breaking and at first the memories will be painful, but they will sweeten with time.I'm just too tired.

 

I Didn't Know...

July 5th 2013 2:36 pm
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When I first saw your face on Old Dog Haven's website, you appealed to me because of the black-and-white shih tzus I had loved in the past. For that reason I decided to give you, a ten year old rescue from a hoarder, a comfortable home to live out the rest of your life. I didn't know, at that time, what an important part of my heart and my life you would become. I didn't know how joyful you were, or how grateful you would be to always return HOME after a trip to the store, a ride in the car, a visit to the vet. You bonded with my Greyhound and he became your big brother and protector. I didn't know that you would be inconsolable when he died, and I certainly didn't know that you would go looking for him the next day.I searched for you for hours, following all the leads from people who had seen you. I didn't know I could feel so panic-stricken as I tried to track you down in the car, tramping through fields, searching (with breath held) in drainage ditches. I've never known the weak-kneed relief I felt when I finally spotted you lying muddy and exhausted on the other side of the ditch.

I didn't know, when I first saw your picture, that you would become so important to me that I would go to any lengths and spare no expense for your health and well-being. I didn't know that you would always be at my feet when I needed you most, in the nursing home keeping vigil while my mom breathed her last breaths. Who knew that we would spend three months in Paris together because I couldn't bear to be parted from you for that long?

I did not know when I invited you into my home as a hospice arrangement how my heart would ache for you as your strength failed, your happy tail hung limp and you needed support to walk and stand. I never knew how hard it would be to let you go. Now my enlightened heart knows that your spirit will forever remain with me making me, grateful for the time we had together. Run, beloved Patch, wave your tail in happiness.

 
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