I feel like a horrible parent at this moment and I have since last night. Sophie had surgery Thursday to remove a couple of lumps, extract a tooth and do a cleaning. She appeared fine all weekend, but was rather sedate and couldn't get comfortable. I took it as being a little loopy from the medication. Fast forward to Sunday night and everyone is getting ready for bed. Sophie is sitting outside and I go to pick her up and brush under her chin and she yelps. For those of you that know our precious girlie girl she never yelps. Even when her eye pressure was 50 she never let on she was in any pain. I carried here inside and realized she had a very large lump under her chin right were the stitches were from surgery. I called Michael sobbing about how I should have known something was wrong. The fact of the matter is Michael is so in-tune with the pups that it's like they talk to him. He would have noticed it before it got that bad and have immediately known what to do. Instead Sophie is here with inept daddy who is oblivious to everything. After some tears I decided not to wait for the morning to see her Vet and packed her up and headed to the Doggie ER.
As the Vet and tech were giving her some shots and cleaning up a little of the infection in the back room I could hear my baby in pain. I started to cry again. I'm not typically a very emotional individual. That appears to have drained out of me many years ago, but hearing Sophie whimper was more than I could take. She is such a gentle soul. Always happy and wagging her tail. She is a gift that has been given to us to remind us of all the good that there is, was and could be for years to come. She is calm when others are crazy. Excited when food is presented. Snores when she's really tired. She shows me how simple and important life truly is.
All this brings into vivid realization that my baby girl is not a baby. She's most likely between 11 and 13 years old. Her life is in the twilight years and I may someday have to face this world without here. (OMG I sound like a country song) The truth is the world will be a much gloomier place without her and I vow to be a better parent. To try my hardest to be more like Michael and be more OCD about the kids and what is going on with them.
Dogs bring love and acceptance into our lives like no other being on earth can.
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
As the Vet and tech were giving her some shots and cleaning up a little of the infection in the back room I could hear my baby in pain. I started to cry again. I'm not typically a very emotional individual. That appears to have drained out of me many years ago, but hearing Sophie whimper was more than I could take. She is such a gentle soul. Always happy and wagging her tail. She is a gift that has been given to us to remind us of all the good that there is, was and could be for years to come. She is calm when others are crazy. Excited when food is presented. Snores when she's really tired. She shows me how simple and important life truly is.
All this brings into vivid realization that my baby girl is not a baby. She's most likely between 11 and 13 years old. Her life is in the twilight years and I may someday have to face this world without here. (OMG I sound like a country song) The truth is the world will be a much gloomier place without her and I vow to be a better parent. To try my hardest to be more like Michael and be more OCD about the kids and what is going on with them.
Dogs bring love and acceptance into our lives like no other being on earth can.
Peace, Love and Puppy Dogs,
John
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