So today my Mommy was going to help me post some fun memories. Our goal is to post all the memories we have of our life together. I keep trying to convince my Mommy and Daddy that maybe some memories should not be posted...you know, like my less finer moments. But whatever, again, I'm not the one with the opposable thumbs and typing ability, so I guess I won't be winning that battle. But this morning something happened. Let me back up.
So last night, after "we" wrote my first blog post, we went up to bed. "Bed" is upstairs and if you want to get technical, I have lots of beds. One might say I run the house. I have, of course, my doggie bed that lays on the floor. When I was younger, I thought my doggie beds were chew toys. Notice my use of the plural "beds." I had many beds in my younger years. Usually I only had one or two beds in the house at any given time, but I had loads of beds over the course of my first few years. Mommy and Daddy would come home and find my beds de-stuffed. I would kindly add fluff decor to various rooms throughout the house. I like to call myself an interior decorator. The fluff decor usually made me wildly popular with my Mommy and Daddy. The said over and over there was nothing they'd rather spend there money on than new beds for me.
Speaking of beds, did I mention I'm also an artist? One night, while I was laying on one of my more expensive beds (the brand new one that my Mommy and Daddy slept in) I noticed that the brand new wood frame still smelled a lot like the store where they bought it from. It just seemed a little off, like it needed a little help assimilating into it's new home. So I decided to help it. I buried my brand new grown up doggie teeth into that frame and I went to town. I just chewed and chewed and chewed...until Daddy walked in. You can actually see the last three little chew marks on the frame where I knew I was busted. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted, and the bed seemed much more a part of the house after I saved it. Mommy and Daddy were really mad at me. Eventually Mommy and Daddy figured out something called "Crate." I got to go visit crate every time they left the house. I was NOT wildly popular about Crate, but Mommy and Daddy sure were for a couple years. They stopped having to buy me new beds every week and they never let me out of their sight when they were home, so I never got a chance to finish up my art work on the bedframe. Some works of art are just like that though, right? Unfinished.
Wow- that was a big digression. That's just my personality though- I can't usually keep a solid train of thought for too long. That's just so....complicated. So anyway, last night after the blog we went up to bed in mommy and daddy's room. It's a new bed frame now. They put my unfinished artwork bed frame in the guest room. I still go lay on it all the time, but I know better than to finish that work of art. Anyways, so we are up in Mommy and Daddy's bed. I was even able to jump up on it. I seemed really tired from my day of chemo, but I laid right there in between my Mommy and Daddy, which is my most favoritest place in the whole wide world, and trust me I'm a worldly doggie, so I know what I mean when I say it's my most favoritest place. The only thing that would make laying in between them better would be if, say, they were spooning me peanut butter, but that wasn't happening last night. Probably would have if I'd just asked. Whatever, it was still a nice night. I snuggled with them until Mommy was asleep. Then I jumped off the bed, because I really like to sprawl out when I sleep and somehow that bed just isn't big enough for all three of us. Mommy and Daddy seem to think so, but you know, sometimes I just need my space.
When we woke up this morning, I was laying on a blanket next to Mommy's side of the bed. The doorbell rang because Friends were coming over. My human sister was going to a summer camp for the day, and her friend was getting dropped off at our house. So when the doorbell rang, I got up. It's important to note that I got up, I didn't jump up. Mentally, I jumped up. Physically I wasn't able to accommodate a jump. I started to head out the door and down the stairs, but then, something happened again. My body just failed me. I collapsed again right there in the hallway. My legs went in every direction and I looked really awful. Friends ran upstairs with Mommy. I tried to wag my tail, because I was glad to see them, but I couldn't get up. Mommy, Daddy and Friends were super worried about me. Friend went and got my yummy food that I beg for out of the fridge and brought it to me. I turned my head away. One thing you need to understand about me, I love love love love food. I mean it's like my favorite thing in the world. So if I turn my head away, it's a really bad thing. I couldn't get up and move, no matter how hard I tried. Mommy and Daddy just let me lay and rest for a bit. Eventually I was able to make it down the stairs, but it wasn't easily, and it certainly wasn't pretty.
Mommy and Daddy called their work and said they wouldn't be able to make it in. But instead of doing something fun on a no-work day, we went back to the place where the nice man with the needles and and then the treats is. Daddy had to pick me up and put me in the van, and then pick me up and get me out of the van. When I was set down on the ground, my legs just splayed in all directions. It was so humiliating for me. I looked at Mommy and Daddy with the look in my eyes that said "ENOUGH". Mommy and Daddy were crying. Daddy and the nice man carried me inside. I curled up in a corner in the room. Nice man gave me a couple needles, which wasn't really nice, but said it would help me. Then, all 80 pounds of me layed in Mommy's lap. Mommy and Daddy were struggling a lot. They told me that if it was time for me to go, they understood and as awful as that was for them to say it was okay, they didn't want to see me like this. The image of me lying splayed out in the parking lot was more than they could bear, and they didn't want to make me suffer. Just as Mommy and Daddy were trying to accept this, Nice Man walked in and said "He's not ready to give up yet!" Nice man got me up and walked me to the back part of the place and then he gave me lots of fluids through an needle in my paw. I'm getting tired of needles.
So then guess what? I perked right back up!!! Nice man says that he thinks there is something wrong with my circulation (circu-WHAT?) All I know is that I feel better now, I have yet another bottle of pills to help with my circulation and I'm back to begging for food, walking around with relatively little issue now and did I mention I'm begging for food?
At this point my Mommy and Daddy realize that my time may be sooner than we thought. I'm okay for today, but we are taking things one day at a time. Tonight we have Friends(!!!!) coming over to take photos. I am not always a fan of getting my picture taken, but I know it means a lot to Mommy if we have some pictures of our whole family taken. I am thankful to have a Mommy and Daddy that love me so dearly. I know that they want to do everything to help me, but I know they will listen when I tell them it's time. But today is not that day. Today, and everyday, I will continue to be Ollie the Wonder Puppy. Even when I'm gone.
Love,
Ollie the Wonder Puppy.
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