Sometimes life gets a little fuzzy as you fight to prevent something drastic from rocking your world.
Earlier this week, I noticed my dog, Murphy, wasn’t acting like her normal peppy self. (Read on…I promise there’s a happy ending.)
I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s slowing down. After all, she’s 13 canine years old, which I think translates to somewhere between the advanced directive phase and nursing home stage for people.
Problem was…she slowed down considerably in a very short amount of time and her eyes conveyed she was in serious discomfort. I can’t remember ever seeing her head hang so low or her tail tucked so far between her legs.
As I drove Murphy to the vet, my mind filled with fear. I am not yet prepared to make any decisions about her quality of life. In all honesty, I will never be ready for that.
I had to put her canine companion down in June 2010 and I haven’t fully recovered from that experience. I doubt I ever will.
Murphy epitomizes what it means to be a good friend. She won’t resent you for ignoring her. She’s simply there for you when you need her the most.
She was my first child before I had children. She was the first living, breathing soul who relied on me, who made me realize life was bigger than me.
And, yes, I know I sound like a crazy dog lady right now, but for anyone who thinks that way, I will simply smile knowing that you’ve never had a dog like her.
As I carried her into the vet’s office, her demeanor changed immediately. Her tail returned to its curled-up, wagging state while her entire body perked up. I thought to myself, Awesome. All she needed was a change of scenery. A very expensive change of scenery no doubt.
Turns out she needed to have her a_al sacs drained (edited for those eating right now). Ninety two dollars later, we walked away with two prescription meds and a greater understanding of a dog’s anatomy than I ever dreamed possible.
Why would I take the time to share this diagnosis, you ask? Because I find it ironic that a pain in the butt made me rethink my life today.
I guess I needed to tell you all how happy I am to still have my furry friend by my side.
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A wonderful story. The only truth I have ever know, has been seen in the eyes of my dogs.
I wondered why I ever got a dog (much less two) when I had to put our black pug down, but then I remembered the pain is worth it for every ounce of love they give back.
Yay! Glad to hear that Murph just needed a trip to the “spa.”
Yeah, apparently she just needed to have that area cleaned out. Isn’t that a spa treatment technique for one of the Kardashian sisters? 😉
Did I ever tell you my Aunt, Uncle and cousins years ago had a pug like yours and her name was Mugsy? Small world. Glad Murphy’s feeling better!
Pugs are the best.
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