December 13th 2007 7:54 pm
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On the night of the 27th of November, 2007, around 10:30 p.m. Seattle time, William Lucky Law immigrated over the rainbow, taking along with him the grieving hearts of those who love him most. He died relatively peacefully, in the arms of his human sister and his Grandma. Unfortunately, I could not be by his side.... I was home for the Thanksgiving holidays, but missed him by one day.
He lived the best dog life, V.I.P. style. He had a king size bed, a cashmere sweater, many other fleece coats, ate human food, drank coffee occasionally, was showered with love, hugs, and kisses almost every second of the day... In fact, he lived better than most humans do. He will be remembered for his nonchalant, snobby attitude, his songs accompanying his human sister's flute melodies, strange pet-peeves for dirty towels, and very talkative moments when he has just been scolded by Grandma. He lived for a long time, and died a natural death.
He will be extremely missed, and will be in our hearts forever. No one else will ever be able to replace him.
Rest In Peace, my dear Wei-Wei.
July 15th 2007 10:52 pm
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What hot weather we've been having! Good thing here at Grandma's we get a lot of natural shade from the fruit trees, so in the living room it's nice and cool. My owie isn't getting better. And the ointment that's supposed to help get rid of my eye infection doesn't seem to be working that well anymore. So Grandma and Mommy are just doing what they can, cleaning it with a little salt and warm water, which stings a little, but I try to stay still when they are treating it.
Today Mommy took me out for a walk in the warm sun. Actually, I didn't do the walking, Mommy just held me in her arms. My legs don't work that well anymore, kinda stiff. But I still like to go outside to get some fresh air, so it's okay if I can't run around in the grass like I used to. That's what happens with old age!
May 25th 2007 1:48 pm
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Last month was not a good month for me. Lots of bad stuff happened to me within a few days. Someone accidentally stepped on my front paw, and when I jerked it back, I couldn't walk on it properly anymore. The left side of my face was also starting to hurt, and for some reason I had an open wound, and it was bleeding. And then my eyes were getting lots of gooey stuff, even after mommy and grandma tried to clean them, the goo would come back.
My human sister took me to the vet to see my arm, and they gave me a full x-ray and diagnosis, and put a cast on my entire arm. On the way home, I was so doped, because they had given me a lot of medication that almost knocked me out. And I'm a tiny dog, so even the smallest amount can have big affects on me. At first, the process was okay, but once I gained consciousness, it was really painful. I was so hungry, and so tired, and so uncomfortable. Mommy came and picked me up, and on the drive home, I kept telling her how much it hurt, and how uncomfortable I was. Mommy kept saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry" but I told her it's ok, it's not your fault, and I mommy was really sad and cried. So did my human sister. I wanted to tell them to stop crying, but I was too tired. But then grandma made me my favorite beef, carrot and cabbage rice, and once I smelled food, I immediately felt okay again! But mommy had to hold me in her arms, and grandma had to spoon-feed me, because I couldn't move. Then they gave me some painkillers, and mommy held me until I fell asleep.
But the next day, mommy took me to the vet again, this time to look at my eyes and my owie on my face. This time it wasn't Dr. Heino. I don't know who he was, but I don't like him. He tried to put a guzzle on my mouth, but it was too big, and it was hurting my owie, so I tried to shake it off. I think he was trying to clean my eyes, but it really hurt my owie. In the end, my eyes were cleared, and he gave me some medication, but my wound on my face got worse. He told mommy that my eyes were infected, and gave us some antibiotic ointment. Afterwards, mommy was thinking about bringing me to the vet later again that day to look at my wound. But I didn't want to, and in the end she decided not to. Thank God! Because I didn't want any stranger to touch me again.
A couple days later, mommy took me to go check up on my cast, and also asked the doctor about my wound. The doctor said, it might very possibly be from my tooth inside. There might be a tooth decay or infection that erupted outside of my mouth, and that's why there's bleeding. Mommy asked the doctor if they could look at it, but the doctor said, that for them to be able to clean my teeth (or whatever is left) and gums, they will need to give me a shot. And because I'm already 17 years old and a really tiny dog, they're afraid that if they give me a shot, chances are I won't wake up again. So they refused to look at my teeth. Mommy just nodded, and didn't say anything.
But all the better for me! I don't want my teeth cleaned. I don't have too many teeth left, anyways. And this way, it's good, because then when I have to eat, mommy or grandma will just feed me, and I won't need to put in extra effort! Woof woof!
Now, after 6 weeks, my cast is finally off, but my joints are still kinda weak. I guess that's what happens with old age. My wound on my face has healed, and my eyes are so much better now. I can't walk as well anymore, but every time mommy or my human sister comes to visit, they will take me out for a walk, holding me, and let me get some fresh air. I like walks, and I like smelling clean, crisp air and the scent of flowers, and feeling the warmth of the sun. Now that summer's almost here, maybe mommy will bring me to the beach again...
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