This is about the dogs . . . no, there isn’t a health crisis or anything to worry about . . . they are fine . . . each of them got a clean bill of health at their annual check-up . . . and I heard the “as they get older . . .” speech from Lovely Vet . . . and in my mind I’m screaming “they’re just puppies!!!”
But they aren’t anymore . . . Rocky is 8 and Millie is 7 . . . according to Lovely Vet that classifies them as “senior citizens” in the dog world. Rocky came to live with us in February 2009 – he was just shy of four months old. Millie came to live with us in April 2010 – she was about 8 months old. They were babies when they entered my life and, for some odd reason, I still think of them as puppies . . .
Millie has a touch of arthritis in her front legs and is getting some gray on her muzzle. She has gray eyebrows and a lot of gray hair on her belly. Other than that she’s still as active as a puppy.
Rocky is just generally slowing down. Getting pickier about what he eats, slower to get up in the morning, sleeping a little more soundly and harder to wake up sometimes. But let the dogs next door start barking, a cat cross his path, or a squirrel make a dash across the yard and he takes off like a puppy.
They were with me during the last months of my marriage to XH. They were by my side when I was learning how to be a single woman for the first time ever in my life. They happily embraced Prince Charming when he came to live with us. They were the reason I got out of bed a lot of the time after Prince Charming died. They have been the one constant in my life over the past 7 years . . . and I can’t imagine my life without them.
But . . . but . . . but . . . I know that day is going to come . . . and with them being so close in age and so attached to each other it’s entirely possible that I might lose them both at about the same time . . . something I can’t bear to think about . . . .
But today is not that day. Today they are chasing the birds, meeting the new puppy that lives behind us, introducing themselves to the new kittens that live next door (long story involving Lovely Neighbor Mike and his feral cat). But in the back of my mind I know that I need to think about this . . . and I do my Scarlett O’Hara impression . . . I’ll think about that tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day . . .