Over the last year, Dog and I had made many trips to see Doc Spencer. First one thing and then another, she was ninety one after all. In July of last year Doc found a small something on her kidney (do dogs have two kidneys like we humans?), he said it was small and not in a place where it could be removed. So we would watch it.
Dog seemed to get better then regress but never to the point that she seemed to be in excruciating pain; Baby Sis, the family dog whisperer, told me that dogs are very stoic and won't really complain about the pain they may be feeling. When her relapses would happen we'd go see Doc Spencer and he'd run tests and take x-rays only to find that nothing was showing up.
During the last six months the relapses were more and more frequent, I'm sure I was in denial about her condition because she still enjoyed stalking coyotes, investigating the pastures and pestering me when I was the most comfortable in my favorite chair. Today, however, Doc Spencer did find something, something not good. Dog had lymphoma, he said that on the outside she might have another six months. Before taking her to the vet today, Hank and I had discussed the possibility that we might have to put her down and decided that if that were the case we'd go ahead and do it today, the thought of her suffering was not a pleasant one.
She recently met Rocket Man and he loved her and I know she was beginning to love him. I knew that they would never become BFF's because, well, she was ninety one and he has just turned one. But I'd hoped she would still be here for his next visit so he could once again pet her silky soft fur.
Dog was my companion even when I wasn't in the mood for a companion. You know how dogs are, they can sense when you're not feeling your best so they'll try to cheer you up, even when you don't want cheering up.
I will miss her yearly hair cuts, embarrassing as they were for her, and
our walks in the wee hours of the morning as well as the our walks by the light of the moon,
I'll also miss her crazy 'doggie break dancing', though she didn't do much of this over the last few months, not that she didn't want to, she was physically unable.
So I'm debating, how soon do I clean her nose prints from the glass doors and windows? At the moment, I keep thinking that I need to go let her in for the night, crazy how accustomed I became to having her inside after not wanting her to be inside. Crazy too is how attached we become to these furry four legged creatures. Dog was with us for fourteen years, it would have been fifteen in February of next year. She was originally Daughter's dog, you know how it goes though when they go off to college, their dog becomes your dog. Dog is now with her sister and our mean ol' cat. I hope that in our next life we'll have our pets with us because I sure do miss them.
Thank you Addie for all your love, devotion and gentle ways, I will miss you.
Now, go run and catch up to your sister and y'all chase all those hionees to your heart's content.