As I wrote in my post on Squirt, she is a not-so-easily-forgotten character. She greets every person she meets with enthusiasm, love and such affection that they are left feeling idolized and welcomed regardless of their affinity of dogs or how long they have known her.
Our vet has known and treated our crazy puppy through all of her insane adventures since the first day she came into our lives at 4 months old. And it hasn’t always been easy.
Greyhounds as a breed can be incredibly docile and in adulthood they sleep for an average of 14 hours a day. The reason, we learned through Squirt, was because they wear themselves and everyone around them out their first three years of life. With our pal Squirt though, she didn’t grow into her ‘adult’ stage until she was nearly 5-1/2 years.
Sunday was the first time that BW and JB had seen and heard the struggle that our girl suffers from. She’d pulled a muscle deep in her thigh that caused a pain strong enough to cut through her meds. After tending to our puppy and calming the kiddos down, Charles and I began to digest the one thought we’ve not yet had about our girl.
Our house is going to be very quiet when our over sized puppy has crossed ‘The Rainbow Bridge’.
It is the one thing that we are not prepared for. To answer the question of ‘Is it time?” We are fortunate in that our prior Greys have led us down this path before, but it truly sucks to have to share this experience with the kids. They’ve never not known Squirt.
She’s always been there to welcome us home, to enforce our daily schedule – herding us to go to bed at a particular time or giving us ‘the stare’. She patiently waits for her dinner (the kids uneaten ones) and will actively beg for food when she feels as though she’s forgotten. She sleeps on the couch as soon as Charles has gone to work, and moves faster than lightening off of it when she hears his car in the driveway. And every spring, she digs a deep, wet hole in the very middle of the back yard, as though she and Charles are working at odds with each other over the state of the grass.
She is big, she is old, and she is starting to break down and complain. And it really sucks that we have reached our time with her that we need to start creating her list of 5. Five things that she loves and enjoys. Five things that she wakes up for in the morning. And we know that as time goes by we will slowly reduce the contents of that list.
Though we are so very grateful that it is only a pulled and worn muscle that needs time to heal and we are likely to have many more years of irritation, stories, vet bills and laughter over this four legged wonder, we are also all too aware of the limited time that we have left with our first baby.
And last night, after BW and JB went to bed, the only thing I could say to Charles as we made our list of five, was “This sucks.”
And he agreed.
And Squirt exhaled and moaned deeply as if in agreement before falling asleep for the night.