The following was originally posted on 28 February, 2008, in my old blog: The first thing I saw this morning when I opened my eyes was the youngest of our three dogs, Pinkie, staggering around the house, barely able to walk, let alone stand. She was clearly in distress; she wanted to go outside to do her business but could barely manage. I panicked of course — my first thought was that she’d had a stroke and that we were going to have to euthanize her. She’s 12 – 1/2 years old, but all of our dogs are in surprisingly good health for their ages, and the thought of losing even one of them . . . well, we don’t have kids, but our dogs are a major part of our family and always have been. I phoned the vet and made an appointment for her, then I got her to lie down and rest until it was time to leave. In the meantime I had read on the internet something that reassured me — it said that even when a dog does have a stroke, they can usually recover and deal with it better than we humans can. So, okay, not necessarily a death sentence, I can deal with this. Of course I was also doing some praying. By the time we got to the vet (which is only about five blocks from our house) Pinkie was walking perfectly […]
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