My day is very mixed up. I took my oldest dog Lucky and Marshmallow to the vet this morning.
Marshmallow went to have her heart murmur checked and it is gone! WOOO the vet says that there is now no medical reason she cannot be spayed. So we made an appointment granted it is 3 months from now lol it was the only next available slot but Marshmallow will be getting spayed FINALLY!
And my bad news is heart wrenching horrible news for me and my family. I have been noticing my oldest dog Lucky (pictured below) was not himself. He is a border collie/lab mix who turns 13 this year in April. He has always had that puppy energy until two days ago. People with pets know that feeling that their time is coming to an end. You can just look at them and they are just telling you.
He is almost completely blind in both eyes he can still see movement but he doesn’t know what he is looking at. He is almost deaf unless you are standing right beside him. This morning I got up and he was trying to walk to the food bowl but his right front leg wouldn’t work so he was walking on the joint instead of the paw. And when he would try to stand still he back legs would wobble and he had to lay down. I have cried non stop for 2 days because even though I know he has had a great life hiking exploring visiting different states chasing animals zonking out on the couch just being a dog. He was never forced to do anything he didn’t want to do. He is allowed to bark as much as he wants because that is by far his most favorite thing to do.
He has been there with me through the worst times in my life when my parents divorced when my grandma died my best friend moving away my cousin dying at a young age leaving her 2 toddler boys behind he was always there. I would bury my face in his big puffy hair and just cry. He has been my constant companian since I was 13.
He was hit by a car 2 years ago and I thought I was going to lose him. It was one of the happiest days of my life when he went and picked up his tennis ball ready to play.
The vet said there is nothing medically wrong with him that old age is just taking it’s final blow at him. So he is now doing all of the things he loves. He is eating as much take out and people food as he wants (which is taco bell burger king raw steaks raw chicken cheese ribs bacon it doesn’t matter) he has his favorite blanket and toy and can sleep anywhere he wants he has no limits. Because I know my baby boy my Lucky duck my big man is not going to be with me much longer and there is nothing I can do to stop it….
Sorry I went off on a huge rant but losing a pet to me is like someone ripping my heart out and I am not someone who deals with any type of death no matter what the situation. But talking about or typing about it makes me feel like 2% better which is better than none.
forgot the picture
Lucky (black dog) and his best friend a dog I tamed (he was 100% wild) Buddy
Pardon the ungroomed mess he was in lol this was 6ish years ago
I don’t think I have a picture of him ever being clean then again he sees the camera he runs away
Doing what he loved running and barking