January 18th 2014 10:19 am
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It is my birthday today, I am 13 years old. My hearing is gone, my hair coat is looking rather questionable, and my bladder control has seen better days. All that said, I can still get around well, and I'm still happy. I know that I'm in my twilight years, and I'm ok with that. I have a wonderful mom who takes care of me, and have made amazing friends here at dogster....which brings the joy of reaching 13 today into a sad time of loss. The news that this wonderful place is shutting down is like when your electricity goes out in a storm, and you are sitting in the dark with no way to communicate with those you want to. Stuck in silence. Say Media sees us as a monetary loss, but we are an actual community, with lives lived here. We've supported each other through the deaths of pets, who are, in fact, family members. In fact, when Zane died, mom was also going through a divorce, and this community was a strong point of support for her. The diaries were therapy, the voice that never got verbalized. We are devastated and heart sick that it is going to shut down. It is sad that something as primal and basic as communication has to capitalized upon. I am thankful for my friends who gave me gifts today, but so disheartened that it is forced to come to an end. I love you ALL.
November 18th 2013 9:44 pm
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November is here. The clocks have been turned back, and the days are short, dark, and cold. It is a month to think about everything that you are thankful for. Mom says that November is also a time for men to think about their health by growing beards (silly humans). And, November is Adopt a Senior month at pet shelters. This is special to our family because mom has adopted many seniors over the years. She has helped them during their slowing down time, and has helped them make their crossing to Rainbow Bridge with love, strength, and compassion. She has loved them all. And now, she is not bringing home anymore for a while. Not only did she agonize over the loss of Zane, but she wants to be completely present for my time. I turn 13 in 2 months. I sleep all the time and I am deaf. I can no longer hear mom's laughter, but I can see her smile at me. I don't hear her wake up, but she touches my head and I feel such joy seeing her next to me first thing in the morning. I am forgetful and go potty in the house at times. Instead of getting mad, she lets me wear a diaper belt and puts training pads on the floor for me. This is what being a senior means, and she doesn't make me feel ashamed. She wants to take care of me because I have taken care of her all my life. She doesn't know how she could ever find as loyal a watchdog as I was ever again. I had a small seizure a few weeks ago, and when I sat up and came out of it, she petted and scratched me. This is love. Appreciate your senior companion this November, and give thanks for their unwaivering love and devotion.
July 4th 2013 9:47 am
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I had a bad day yesterday. But, my mom says I am a lucky dog, the luckiest dog she knows. I am old, and I am forgetful, and I am deaf. These factors all contributed to the events of yesterday. I was outside enjoying the sun. Grandpa was over, working on the yard and I was keeping an eye on him, making sure things were ok. The electric company man pulled up in his truck to read the meter. I needed to protect grandpa and the human kids, so I barked. The meter guy was real quick, and the kids were calling to me to come, but I am deaf and couldn't hear them. The meter guy hit me with his truck and I couldn't use my back leg. I squealed, and the man jumped out of his truck and apologized. The human boy told him I was deaf, and he seemed like this thought never occured to him. The boy called mom at work, luckily she works at a vet clinic. She came right home and took me back to work with her. She was so afraid that it was bad, but they took x-rays and nothing was broken! The doctor felt all my bones and joints, and I am painful in my knee. He thinks I pulled a muscle, and hopes it isn't my acl. I'm taking rimadyl for pain, and will hopefully be better in a week. Today, I'm still not walking on my leg. Mom says that she wants the meter readers to slow down, and take into consideration that some dogs have handicaps, and that we are members of someone's family. Someone would be devastated by our loss. I truly am lucky.