January 24th 2015 1:46 pm
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GOLPP SUCKS. Geriatric Onset Laryngeal Paralysis and Polyneuropathy. Sucks. Sucks the life out of you. Sucks the life out of those you love. You can't breathe. You sound like Darth Vader when you do. You can't go outside in the heat, you can't swim, you can't get stressed out or excited. Your nerves no longer send the right signals to the muscle groups, so you become uncoordinated. You begin to walk like a drunk person, and God help you if you try to run... you will go trippin' all over yourself like some gigantic klutz, and can be pretty much guaranteed to fall down, possibly even taking a somersault in during the process. And there's nothing you can do about it. No treatment, no cure, surgeries are iffy in older dogs...it just sucks. All your parents can do is watch you decline and wait for THAT DAY TO COME.
We made the best we could with my GOLPP. After the diagnosis a year ago (I'd been symptomatic 6 months before that) she did everything in her power to make sure that I was as happy and comfortable as I possibly could be. Became a bit of a helicopter parent, that one did. I wasn't allowed out for long periods of time in the heat. I was completely stress-free. And I made the best of it. I lived my last year and loved fiercely. Even when the first Pneumonia came and I had to go to ICU, I FOUGHT. Damn, I'd been through two tumor surgeries and I wasn't ready to let go. I wasn't about to leave my family. And I won. Made it another three months, I did, and was damn happy. I'd still go outside, mom would make me walk around the yard when I didn't have the strength or the energy - she was up nights, and took hours out of her day to feed me in a special way so that the food would go down and I wouldn't get the Pneumonia again. And I fought. And I loved.
The nerve damage continued to waste me away and I got weaker. But I would greet her when she got home, and I would ask for my meals, and I would wag, and I would love. I went home to God yesterday. Didn't want to do it, knew it would destroy my mom's heart, but I could no longer fight. After 14 years of life, my body had given up and this awful wasting disease finally bested me. But I still loved.
I wagged at the vet techs. I wagged at the vet. I looked into the eyes of my mom, my dad, and their priest (and fellow Golden owner) as they turned my frail old soul to God. And I loved. And I will love from the Bridge. Until we meet again.
November 22nd 2008 5:18 pm
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Is this the final chapter?
Or is it perhaps the FIRST chapter in a long, happy, and hopefully successful volunteer career as a therapy dog. I guess you could say I got my doctorate in Therapy. Did it come easy? Well, maybe not for mom.
But I had my final supervised visit this past week, and the work of the past 3 months or so has come to an end, or more appropriately, a beginning. Mom is proud of me. Sis, the one who refers to me as "the Rock Star" is proud of me. Dad is proud of me (I think...). My paperwork has been sent, and I await the mail with great anticipation for my official tag and identification.
It's a job, and one that I look forward to with zest. I love to go, and all it takes is mom putting on her tennis shoes in the evening for me to know I'm going somewhere. The shoes go on, and I bark at her. I bounce up and down in the dining room until mom comes and puts the collar on me, then bounce up and down, all the way out of the house. Once out of the house I run to the the back door of mom's car, sit and wait, impatiently, until the car door opens and I get to jump in and GO!! I love my work, I love the people, and mom loves to be making a difference. (Doesn't she know, it's not HER...)
A person whom I am proud to call a friend here told me, "Call it the laying on of paws, the counsel of quiet or the ministry of just plain reassuring presence, Therapy Dogs help heal the heart". Words that I can live the rest of my spoiled, happy, wonderful Golden life by.
So, this book is closed.
But another has opened.
November 17th 2008 6:58 pm
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FOUR JOBS THAT I HAVE:
1. Greeter/Wecome Wagon
2. Therapy Dog/Bringer of Joy
3. Alarm Clock (it's time to get UP! it's 5:30!)
4. Teddy bear for my sister - hugs hugs hugs!
FOUR PLACES I HAVE LIVED AT (OR STAYED);
1. Broken Arrow, OK
2. Oklahoma City, OK
3. Bartlesville, OK
FOUR PLACES I HAVE BEEN:
1. The Dog Dish, Tulsa, OK
2. GreenTree Retirement Home, Sand Springs, OK
3. Southern Agriculture, Tulsa, OK
4. West Bank of the Arkansas River, Tulsa, OK
4 PLACES I'D RATHER BE:
1. Riding somewhere in the car
2. Sitting in sister's lap
3. The Vet's office (like Annie, I love the vet)
4. Sleeping on mom & dad's bed
SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME:
1. I was found stray and roaming the streets
2. I've had three (known) surgeries
3. I love FOOD FOOD FOOD!!
4. I help mom cook dinner every night (that she cooks)
5. My favorite person in the whole is my skin sister
6. I ate an entire plate full of homemade cream puffs one day when I was counter-surfing
7. I snore like crazy!
Now, it's my turn to tag friends...let's see....I tag