About three weeks ago, we started to notice serious behavior changes in the Lee. He was no longer licking everyone's bare feet (a favorite pastime of his), he wasn't playing with he chew toys, and he wasn't hopping around the way he normally did. Thinking it was depression from our recent move, I dismissed it until he refused to eat. That's when I realized there was something SERIOUSLY wrong with my baby. A very long story short, he showed some symptoms of vestibular disease, but after an unsuccessful trial of medication and an onset of seizures, I knew what needed to happen. He would lie in bed all day and wait for me to come home, barely moving in the process. He couldn't reach his water bowl without aid and had to be hand fed; no quality of life for a dog who has been so lively for so long. I owed him better than that. Leo fought all his life - through the IVDD, the partial blindness, the multiple benign tumors and liver issues... He doesn't need to fight anymore. I just wouldn't allow it. Now he's on the Rainbow Bridge, with full use of his legs. And as much as I weep - not cry, weep - for him today, I know he's at peace because, as much as he could have fought, he doesn't need to now.
Halloween just passed and I didn't have to wear that stupid hot dog costume! Only the Chihuahua had to dress up! Mama was really angry! She couldn't find it; we're still missing some things after the move back home with Granny. She did buy me a new T-shirt but that didn't last long. I've lost so much weight on this new food that my sweater doesn't fit me anymore (and neither does my wheelchair!) so Mama has to go get me some new things for Christmas. She knows I just want bones and a new toy, but every year, I get clothes :::shakes head:::.
Mama also cleaned my room (the den) so I get the WHOLE thing to myself! She brought out all my toys, my bed, my food and water - everything! And it's right by her room so I'm near her all the time!
...I sleep most of the day. Away from the Chihuahua.
Listen. I've been holding my tongue long enough. She's got to go!
Missy-Mom was really sick and not feeling so good so Mama and Granny took her to the vet a little while back, and she never came home... They were really sad and I can tell that nothing will ever be the same around here - I miss her too. My sisters (Harri and Hora) are still really upset and I don't know what to say to them, so I just stay upstairs with Mama and my new Daddy.
But then, Mama and Granny brought "The Rat" home. They call her "Izzy," but I call her that annoying rat dog who tries to jump in my Mommy's lap while she's using that funny white chair that my sisters drink out of...I think they call it a "toilet." Anyway. They think she's SOOOOOOOOOO cute, but come on? Isn't it obvious? I'M the cute one around here, and I didn't mind telling her so, either. Silly Chihuahua, I'm the Alpha around here! I'm a big dog!
But she still bosses my sisters around. And they're Labs. :::Shakes head::: It's just not right.