I haven't been blogging of late, as some may have noticed. My PC and good laptop both crashed and it wasn't easy working with a tablet or our old, slow as molasses laptop. I planned to get back to blogging now that I have a new computer, but then I had a set back.
My daughter and son-in-law rescued Willie from the Dallas SPCA and gave him to me for Christmas. I will never forget that happy little guy wiggling and wagging his tail when I petted him. I always wanted a lap dog, but since his feet were larger than his head, I suspected the lap dog wasn't going to happen. Too late, I was in love.
Sadly, the next day he got sick. A trip to the emergency vet gave us the dreaded diagnosis of parvovirus. The vet recommended he be euthanized. We decided to try to save him. He was put on IV meds overnight. I took him to my vet the next day and I could tell he didn't think Willie would live. I spoon fed him chicken broth, rice, and bits of boiled chicken. Low and behold, he began to improve and after a few days it was clear he had survived.
Willie was my constant companion for 14 years. He suffered from hip dysplasia. The last few weeks his front legs started giving out on him. He would fall and whimper. Last weekend it became clear I had to do the right thing. I made the hardest decision of my life and let him go. I miss him. Run Free my faithful friend. I miss you!