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So maybe we got lucky
The monster boy is almost back to himself. He’s eating and playing and running around the field. The vet said the incision healed well, his blood count is almost where it should be for perfection, everything looks good. I’m … Continue reading
and so it begins
a road I never wanted to walk a path that’s so unfair a dog that’s so very loved, who has given so much joy, brought so much peace and healing cannot be healed we can only help him live the … Continue reading
Frankly, terrified
Still no biopsy results. All the signs and signals are screaming at me that it’s going to be fine, that it’s benign, that he’s fine, he’ll be fine, he’ll recover from the surgery and all will be well. He’s so … Continue reading
He’s home
It’s so much better and so much more stressful. We find ourselves listening for every breath, and when he snores or sounds a little funny, we both stare at him to make sure he’s breathing okay. He’s doing okay. We’re … Continue reading
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When you’re just tired
I can’t seem to do a bloody thing right today. It’s probably just due to exhaustion – I was up half the night with Max, who has developed a touch of arthritis in his hips and was in a … Continue reading
He owns my heart
Everyone thinks they have the best dog in the world Everyone is wrong Their dogs may be wonderful but there’s only one Max. I took him for a check of a lump because Golden Retrievers get lumps and sometimes they’re … Continue reading
I’m a sucker
Or maybe just a softie. I’m ruining my reputation. Sigh Yesterday my husband told me that a cat had been sleeping on the septic cover. He said, “she looks hungry, but we’re not keeping her.” Last night, … Continue reading
Difficult days
Today was one of them. There’s been a lot of stress in my life the past couple of months, I have a very hard time watching someone I love in pain, mental and physical pain, when I can’t fix it. … Continue reading
He is NOT a senior!
Max is 8 years old. Eight and a half, actually. Yesterday, he was a puppy. He came into my life, into my arms, and changed my world. He drives me crazy, and he makes me laugh, and he’s the only … Continue reading