Me and my Mom

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Thank you, my friends

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.

 

Thankful in November

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.

 

Bad day, or one of my luckiest?

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.

 

Birthday Reflections

January 18th 2013 1:08 pm
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Today is my birthday. I'm 12 years old today, and in human years that means I'm 83 years old. Mom is happy for me, but I can see the concern in her expression. I'm losing my hearing, I sleep more than the cats during the day, and I don't like to play anymore. Mom had my boodwork done in September, and it looked beautiful. But, I'm mom's special dog. I've been here since I was 6 weeks old. Mom was in her 20's when she got me, I was her first dog as an adult human. Her children were 4 and 5, I was there when they both started kindergarten. Now they are both in high school, and I will see them graduate. I've been there for mom when she's been happy, silly, sad, and lonely. I was there for her when her brother got cancer and died. I saw her change. She has given me a forever home, and has returned the love that I so openly give her. She has forgiven me when I spread trash throughout the house. She has always been there for me and taken care of me when I was sick. I have had a full, happy 12 years. Mom doesn't need to worry, I'm healthy and plan to stay by her side for a long time. Thank you all for your birthday gifts and wishes. This is a special birthday, indeed.

 

Man, it's cold outside...snuggle time

January 13th 2013 10:34 am
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It has been cold here in Oregon, my friends. We have been down in the low 20's and Mom has been praying that we stay out of the teens. Mom likes to sit by the fire at night, but last night, she sat away from the fire. She bought an old movie and really wanted to watch it, so she sat by the TV. Big mistake. She had her coat on zipped all the up, covering half her face. Her nose was like ice. Mom is always the coldest one in the house anyways, so this was brutal, all to watch a movie! I did not like this one bit. It is my job to protect and look after Mom, and I take my job very seriously. I walked away from the fire and sat in front of Mom and whined. "This is not like you, are you feeling ok?" Mom thought to herself. She took her hand out of her pocket and petted my face. I took this que and slowly put one foot on the recliner and stood there. The petting continued, so I slowly inched forward and got my back legs up. I stood there hunched on the recliner, waiting to see her response. She must've had a moment of mental disfunction because she smiled and said, "Ok, lay down." Oh, how I basked in this moment! I laid on Mom's right side and across her lap, and settled down for a nap. I was able to complete my instinctive need to keep my owner warm and safe. She understands me, she "gets" me. "You complete me!" I told her with my eyes. And we sat together, warming each other up, having our special moment, and knowing true love between a dog and a human. Man's best friend, indeed.

 

Tree hugger

December 9th 2012 1:00 pm
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My family has a Christmas tree up once again. I, out of all the animals that share the household, love Christms trees the most. Ever since I was a young lad, I enjoyed drinking the water out of the tree stand. I also stand with my head close to the trunk, so that the humans only see my hind quarters sticking out of the tree. They watch, thinking I'm going to chew the branches, but no, I just like to stand there having the tree touch my back. I stand for a long time, not moving, every Christmas. This year, I've taken it to the next level. I have started sleeping under the tree. Mom has not yelled for me to come out. I guess she figures that I'm old, losing my hearing, and I'm not going to break anything, so she lets me lay by my beloved tree. Lights flickering, shiny gold hanging from the branches, and a warm fire - is this heaven or what? 'Tis the season for comfort and joy, my friends!

 

My mom is a wreck

November 30th 2012 7:36 am
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If you have followed my diaries, you know that I am the sensitive one of the canine family members, and I'm very close to my mom. Mom has no been doing well this week because my dog brother, Zane, has been at the hospital all week and is still there. He has some odd symptoms that don't make sense, so the doctors haven't gotten a diagnosis yet. Mom has been on a stress roller coaster. She works at the vet clinic, has been monitoring his urine since Monday, keeping records, doing daily BUN checks. Today, Zane is undergoing a bile acids test and a leptospirosis titer. He had a urine test yesterday that said he was even more proteinuric than before, even with antibiotic treatment. He has been tested for Cushings Disease, undergone a water deprivation test, ultrasounds, x-rays, and still nothing. She comes home from work emotionally spent, and even cried Tuesday night. I tried my best to comfort her, but I had rolled in something and my neck was dirty and unappealing. But, mom knew I was worried about her. I hope Zane gets treatment so that mom can feel better.

 

To hear, or not to hear...

October 14th 2012 10:24 am
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The other day, mom saw me walking in the driveway, not very far from her. "Monty," she called. I didn't even notice her. I kept about my business, sniffing the fauna and flora. "Monty," she called again, at a louder frequency. Nothing. She walked over, a couple feet behind me, and repeated my name, but I continued sniffing the area. She was puzzled by this. She decided to loudly clap her hands, and I promptly turned my head. I was so happy to see her there, I started wagging my tail and walked over to her. She wanted me to come in, so I followed her. She just watched me for a bit, which made me kind of nervous. She is onto me. She has now noticed how I watch her gestures before responding to her. She has figured out why I am acting a bit odd. My check-up at the vet was perfect, but alas, my hearing has begun to fade. Years ago, mom took me to the vet because I was constantly shaking my head. They never found any infections or foreign bodies in my ears, and one vet said maybe I had ringing in my ears. I continued shaking my head for quite a while, but mom realized that I haven't been doing it for some time now. Yes, I am losing my hearing, another reason for mom to love me even more.

 

Check-up

September 28th 2012 9:10 pm
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I am 11 and three-quarters years old. Mom worries because I am almost 12. I keep telling her I'm ok, but she decided that I should go have a check-up. She gave me a bath, which I didn't appreciate. I work hard at getting that dead animal smell embedded into my fur. The apple essence is not working for me. Alas, I went to work with mom, always happy to be chosen out of the group of tailwagging, panting beasts watching her every move. I sat in the front seat of the car and felt like king for the day. My blood got drawn early in the day, so it was over quickly. Mom was quite pleased that I'm in perfect health, but I told her so before any of this happened. We could have avoided all of this. Oh well, I got lots of hugs and scratches, so it was worth it. I'll even look past the apple shampoo incident...that is true love, my friends. True love.

 

Worried...

June 23rd 2012 10:12 am
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I've been worried about Mom lately. Of course, that's what I do, I'm the sensitive one out of this group of knuckleheads. She has been upset lately because the house is always a mess. Zane and Bridgit go zipping around like two insane acrobats. Bridgit is learning to potty outside, but alot of times can't hold it all night, and Mom wakes up to a not-so-happy surprise each morning. Then, she worries about Foxie's health. Now, Zane's chewing a bloody hole in his backside because with all his acrobatics, his spondylosis is acting up and his back hurts. It also started raining for a few days, so Mom can't do any yard work on her days off. She is not happy. But, she always has time to tell me she loves me. So, I have been by her side. I want her to know she can always count on me for support, and that she doesn't have to worry about me. I have made it a point to avoid rolling in dead wild animals, just for her. Now, if that isn't love, I don't know what is.

 
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