Happy 4th and Happy Birthday Dear Doggy!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA! And while you blow out your candles, I hope you’re wishing for a future of peace.
But it’s not only America’s birthday today. It’s my doggy’s! And it’s a landmark year for her–she’s 15. Happy Birthday Ana! I know you can’t read and you can barely see and hear now, but you mean a whole lot to me and I can’t imagine life without you.
You see, my dog predates my marriage and my child and my house. Even some of my friendships. I remember bringing her home on my lap when she was such a small and wiggly puppy. In that first week she scuttled out the door sending me on a chase through the apartment complex in my bathrobe. She did a lot of that. She used to shred the Sunday paper until it covered my living room from end to end. She could even open a paper clipped bag of cookies without ripping the box they were in. At the end of my first year with her, I lost my security deposit and my boyfriend.
I get sad when I think about her age. One of her vets said he had four cockers who only lived to age 14. I know she’s having a harder time now. She’s lost a lot of weight and a lot of verve, but she’s still the first one under your chair if you have pizza. For a long time my mom thought she was going to be her only grandchild! And she’s been there since the first day my son came home from the hospital. I believe she was wondering what that thing was, why it was so noisy and smelly, and when on earth were we going to get rid of it. *g*
So Happy Birthday Ana-Dog! I’m blowing out the candles for you.