The night before IM CdA, Willy ate an entire coconut bliss bar on the beach. Two days later, we ate a DQ blizzard together on the grass in the sunshine driving home from Idaho.
Yet it’s been 5 days since he could walk on his own 4 legs; 3 days since he has had any food and 2 days of serious congestion, snotty nose, inverted hips and his tailed glued between his legs. I have been carrying him to his favorite tree to pee and proceed to carry him to a patch of grass. This morning he plopped himself onto the grass as if to say “this is it”.
The tears started flowing. I could see the ER vet only one block away and picked up the lil critter to carry him over. Seeing him in this much pain just wasn’t fair; I felt so helpless. When I arrived they quickly took Willy away and locked up this crazy-crying-mama in a room. Moments later they brought him back and said that I needed to wait with him for the results. He had a raging fever and needed to lie on the cold floor….so onto the cold floor I laid. He snotted, I cried; he’d gasp for air and I just rubbed his lil ears until his fur was as curly as a pig’s tail. After poking and prodding and darn aggressive vets, 3hours later we left with some antibiotics and the promise of a new vet tomorrow (that wasn’t emerg-luxury).
When he turned 100, we celebrated with ice cream in the park. Every month there after, we celebrate he is alive. Seeing him ill, makes me wanna celebrate every day I am alive. Ice cream cones or raging heart beats, the lessons from a dog are endless.
Sweet Linsey Corbin nick named Willy “The Wonder Dog” when she came to Vancouver a few years ago. I look at him with eyes wide and I know in the bottom of my heart that he is THE most resilient lil guy I’ve ever met. If this is his moment to be the Come Back King v4.0, bring it on….and if it’s not, may he go so sweetly + peacefully. Please say a lil prayer for Will; hug your dog before you go to bed tonight. Sweet dreams, xo.