These pics were made back when she could still see and get around by herself outdoors. She used to love to sit on the porch in the sun and watch the world go 'round, and yap at me to prepare her supper faster.
She's still a feisty little thing, despite having suffered several strokes that took her voice. She's recovered her hearing now and her sense of smell. She still likes to sniff around the front yard (and our dinner plates!), but I can't leave her unattended outdoors anymore. She walks in circles, and I'm too scared she'd somehow get under the house and I couldn't get to her.
She may not be with us too much longer, but I'm going to treasure each and every day that she walks around in circles on the bed and wipes her face on me after she eats.
Sixteen years is a long time to love someone.
If she could only tell all the stories she must have on my kids!
Congrats, Rosie!
ReplyDeleteGive that sweet girl all the love she can stand! Happy Birthday!
ReplyDeleteI hear ya Moogie... 16 years IS a long time. That's how long my beloved Bogus Dogus was with TSMP and I. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her (the dog. well, the other b-word, too). She had her quirks and her foibles, but there's no other love in this life like that from a faithful dog.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have many happy days left.
Rosie says thanks, guys! Well, actually she signed it in American Canine Sign Language, but the sentiment is still the same! She's quite the survivor -- and a companion beyond compare.
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ReplyDeleteSorry I missed this one Moogie. How the hell did that happen? I had to have my old dog put down at the age of 16 last May and it was one of the hardest decisions that I've ever had to make. May you have many more with your old doll.
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