Martha Fauker no longer uses the doggie door. Either she's forgotten how to use the doggie door (like old people do old dogs become senile?) OR she doesn't like to use the doggie door (maybe it's hard on her joints to climb over the hump?). She stands in front of the doggie door and waits for someone to open it.
I am very much attempting to not be dramatic when I think about my aging girl; however, if I'm being completely honest with myself, then the thought of Martha Fauker's death is devastating. We know dogs (like humans) are mortal beings, but even though logically I've always known I'd outlive Martha Fauker it doesn't make this any easier. The last two months Martha Fauker has really started to show her age. I rescued her when she was about five-years-old in May of 2002, and she's had a good life ever since. Any time I get sad I start to think of all the fun we've had together. She is my pretty, pretty princess.
This brought tears to my eyes.ReplyDelete
Martha was so lucky that it was you that rescued her! I remember how long it took you to turn her into a confident dog that was unafraid of the world. Most people would have given up long before she finally came around.
Lucky us & lucky Martha that you didn't give up.
Enjoy the moments!