Old Dogs

I never intended to have three dogs. I adopted my newest addition two years ago when I thought Phoebe was dying. I googled her symptoms and diagnosed her with cancer, but it turned out she has a thyroid problem, and I have three dogs. I surrendered my google veterinary medicine certificate. Below is a picture of Phoebe, taken during her imaginary trip to Paris in 2014.

Phoebe kept me up last night, which has become a regular occurrence. She’s old, 15 now, and on several medications that give her GI problems. Thunderstorms don’t help.

I haven’t slept well in months. I’m tired and angry, and I’m sad- I know it’s not her fault. It sucks when pets get old.

The point of today’s post is that I’m taking a break. I’m not posting today. 🤔 Except, this might be a post.

This is my mental health day, which happens to coincide with national ice cream day. I’m going to eat nothing but eat ice cream, (yes 🙄vegan ice cream), I’m going to read fiction, and I’m going to cry because my dog is old and I know she won’t let me sleep tonight either. I will feel sorry for myself all day in commemoration of national ice cream day.

If I were writing a post, which I am not, I might tell you a story about each of my dogs, but I’m not writing today. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about Grendel.

He was a puppy mill stud; I found him through a shelter on petfinder.com. He’s a Brussels Griffon who had spent four years in a cage and had never seen the sky or grass. He couldn’t walk well and didn’t know how to use stairs. The first time he tried to go down the back steps he jumped straight out. Never buy from puppy mills.

It took about a year for him to be happy and trust us.

Maybe someday I’ll write about Simone. She was also found through petfinder.com. A breeder released her to a shelter because she’s deaf and has bad knees. She is my ”I’m downsizing dog,” the first small dog I adopted; they’re fragile. I accidentally kicked her off my bed shortly after I adopted her, tearing her ACL. She needed surgery. That was horrible.

Simone came after Loretta, who was an Irish Wolfhound. You can’t kick Irish Wolfhounds off beds. She weighed 170lbs. Aggressive bone cancer took her at seven.

Before Loretta, there were Harry and Truman, both big dogs, not as big as Loretta, but substantial. Maybe I’ll tell you about them someday, but for now, I think it’s time for a pint.

8 thoughts on “Old Dogs

    1. Thank you! I’m sure you didn’t ”break” yours. My daughter said, ”You broke her!” when I knocked her off the bed. I don’t know if it’s because she’s deaf, or the breed, but she is very needy, always wants to be on someone’s lap.
      That was part of the reason I adopted another dog- so she won’t be alone when I leave the house.
      Every time a dog dies, I say I’m done. I never make it a month. With Phoebe, I didn’t even wait for her to die. 🙄 I have issues.

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  1. Ah Lydia, a well deserved break for today. Enjoy that vegan ice cream (yum). Your dogs are wonderful and so are you and yes they are a lot of work, sometimes in the middle of the night. What we do for the love of our pets. And where would they be without us though.

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