13 Years Young

I was always a beautiful girl and I was loved, but my family left me at our house that was being sold because they didn’t have a fence to keep me in at their new house. I was lucky that a wonderful realtor found me and got them to surrender me. I was 12 years old, and she brought me to Pooch’z B&B in January, but I wasn’t in the greatest shape. I was down to 38 pounds, I wasn’t sure where I was, and who these people were that tried to feed me. They let me stay on comfy beds inside the house and treated me like a Queen, that I am. I was able to gain strength back at my own pace and they got me medicine to fix my UTI, ear infection, and ease joint pain . I slept a lot, and the others would come sniff me to make sure I was breathing. Slowly, I gained 6 ½ pounds, but I only ate if they sat down with me and fed me off a napkin. I would walk around the field with the pack daily, I loved riding in the car, going on a leash around the neighborhood. I had life in my eyes and a spring in my step. Recently I started falling and I’m not sure if it was the heat, my doggy dementia, my breathing problems, or that my hips and legs were just giving out. I started to separate myself from the others and I didn’t feel like I could keep up anymore no matter how hard I tried. My humans knew I was struggling, and ready to cross the Rainbow Bridge, and so it happened on August 25.  There was Roxy and Tooko to greet me and then I saw Pooch smiling, and I knew I was home and out of pain.