Happy Fri-Yay… Funday!!!
Last Friday Mrs. Doubtfire, aka Robin Williams, was dancing with her broom on my page and this week I am because Harry celebrated his birthday. YAY!!! I thought he was going to be 14 but when I looked up his birth certificate, I was shocked I was a whole year off and he was actually 13. That sounds about right with this time warp we’ve been in. I’m sticking with birthdays don’t count this year because we barely used them in Covid but I am happy we got to celebrate him and confident we will share one last Christmas together.
As the days have been leading up to his birthday, we have had many talks about what we should do for his birthday. I don’t know about you, but we have invited other friends dogs in and had birthday parties over the years, gone to the beach etc, but that’s not happening right now.
Remember, Harry can’t walk and his front legs have now given out on him so he has to be carried everywhere with a special strap around both his front end and back end. I’ts called helpem harness up and we couldn’t have survided without it for the last 18 months. It has been a God send. He barks throughout the day to let you know what he needs and is up 2-4 times in the night to go out to go to the bathroom. My husbands a saint. If you’ve ever had a geriatric dog you get how exhausting and back breaking it is and it takes it’s toll. It’s so sad and breaks your heart and you would do anything for them including putting them down if they were suffering or in pain. Harry is still happy to eat and be with us and tells us when he needs to go out, drink water, move positions etc. We all love and adore him but it’s hard to get much done with his incessant demands and we find ourselves trying to pawn him off on the other person.
This is how our conversation went one night at dinner.
“So what are we going to do for Harry’s Birthday”?
“Let’s give him his favorite meal and a bone”?
“Good idea but no he might have diarrhea all day”.
“Well, we can take him on a stroller ride”.
“Great idea, we’ll do that”.
And it went on and on.
And then my husband said “Well, we could put him down”.
We all just roared in comic relief. While it might sound brutal, if you have ever had a geriatic pet or loved one that is dependent on you for their every need, you will get this. If you haven’t gone through this, you might not be able to get the humor. It takes it’s toll and you need breaks and relief. While we love him so much and it’s painful, we have adapted to his new normal. It takes so much patience, love, dedication and honestly most people we know would have put him down a year ago. But he is still happy to eat and be with us which is our criteria for him having a good quality of life, painstaking as it is, and we will savor the moments we have left together, until we know it’s time to say goodbye.
Thanks so much for visiting today and do something fun for yourself.
I will be posting until next week Thursday and then am going on a hiatus of a device free holiday just to give you a heads up.
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