The little old dog with the short, stubby legs and the long body is moving quite slow. Little Delilah, in her 12th year of life, is having issues. Monday, while on a run, she completely passed out, eyes rolled back in her head, shaking and convulsing. Since Monday, she has been dealing with the loss of control of her muscles and limbs and sometimes she walks around on three legs unable to control the forth leg, then she will sit and shake and pant. It’s so sad.
Today, she is better, however, she is looped up on the drugs that we got from the vet. The vet said the pills will control the seizures but it’s only a matter of time. She said that our dog might have a tumor of some sort to bring this kind of thing on.
Yesterday, my girls were in a puddle of tears as they held the little dog. We thought she was dying. I was doing fine with the entire thing, trying to be the strong mom with the reasonable mind, but then I looked into her little sweet eyes and had memories of the first days we got her. My children giddy, Isabel a small preschool child, Grace and Julia just little girls. It’s funny how dogs weave into our history and memories. Every dog that I have owned represents a different period in my life. So, my strong mom act, was followed by snot dripping snorts of blubbering ugly cry.
Pets are a sweet gift from God. They are little luxuries in life. I do love the creatures for the comfort and companionship they provide. It’s always hard to think about letting go. Hopefully we have a little longer with this sweet girl.
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