Ten Years Young
Dear Sophie,
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart! What a day you've had!
You didn't get a whole boatload of presents this year because, as sure as it's hot outside, Cubby would grab them up. And bless your heart, you'd let him take them. So we did something a little differently this year. Instead of toys, I thought you might like a relaxing nose-to-tail doggie massage. You hadn't had one in a long time. You enjoyed it for the most part, but there were places that obviously hurt, and once you even bared your teeth. That had to be some kind of pain for you to do that, so we quit.
Feeling a little adventurous at 3 a.m., I dug out all I could find of my old cake decorating tools and built you a birthday cake with ten gold leaves instead of candles. You didn't get any yourself, which was okay as it didn't turn out that great anyway. I'm way out of practice! But what you could enjoy was a peanut butter bone, and a little bucket of Frosty-Paws, plus first pick of the beggin' chunks! Lots of special treats today!!
So now you're ten years old! So much has happened in the past decade that It almost feels like you should be much older than ten. I can say that, after all your tumors and surgeries in the past couple of years, I feel very blessed that you're still around to love on, and that you seem to be in pretty decent health. You've gotten a little ouchy-and-grouchy on occasion but you still have enough energy to rough-and-tumble with Cubby and help out with his training.
One thing I really don't think you miss is being a service dog. You've been perfectly happy to let Cubby step into the job so you can just be a plain ol' pet. I still ask little things of you here and there so you won't forget everything completely, but I can see you're very happy in your new role and just enjoy getting back to the basics of being a dog.
I pray you'll have a comfy year ahead, with no more of those scary health issues. I admit I get awfully nervous sometimes, you being in your geriatric years but, getting up in years myself, I understand things don't work as well as they did when we were young and agile. They're not supposed to. Parts wear out and get achy and, while it's not a whole lot of fun, it's to be expected and respected, and we get through it somehow.
So Happy Birthday, sweetie. If the Lord is willing, I'll be writing up another of these posts one year from now. I love you, Sophie!
You didn't get a whole boatload of presents this year because, as sure as it's hot outside, Cubby would grab them up. And bless your heart, you'd let him take them. So we did something a little differently this year. Instead of toys, I thought you might like a relaxing nose-to-tail doggie massage. You hadn't had one in a long time. You enjoyed it for the most part, but there were places that obviously hurt, and once you even bared your teeth. That had to be some kind of pain for you to do that, so we quit.
Feeling a little adventurous at 3 a.m., I dug out all I could find of my old cake decorating tools and built you a birthday cake with ten gold leaves instead of candles. You didn't get any yourself, which was okay as it didn't turn out that great anyway. I'm way out of practice! But what you could enjoy was a peanut butter bone, and a little bucket of Frosty-Paws, plus first pick of the beggin' chunks! Lots of special treats today!!So now you're ten years old! So much has happened in the past decade that It almost feels like you should be much older than ten. I can say that, after all your tumors and surgeries in the past couple of years, I feel very blessed that you're still around to love on, and that you seem to be in pretty decent health. You've gotten a little ouchy-and-grouchy on occasion but you still have enough energy to rough-and-tumble with Cubby and help out with his training.
One thing I really don't think you miss is being a service dog. You've been perfectly happy to let Cubby step into the job so you can just be a plain ol' pet. I still ask little things of you here and there so you won't forget everything completely, but I can see you're very happy in your new role and just enjoy getting back to the basics of being a dog.
I pray you'll have a comfy year ahead, with no more of those scary health issues. I admit I get awfully nervous sometimes, you being in your geriatric years but, getting up in years myself, I understand things don't work as well as they did when we were young and agile. They're not supposed to. Parts wear out and get achy and, while it's not a whole lot of fun, it's to be expected and respected, and we get through it somehow.So Happy Birthday, sweetie. If the Lord is willing, I'll be writing up another of these posts one year from now. I love you, Sophie!
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