We had a bad storm over the weekend of a little snow, sleet, and freezing rain. It has left the sidewalks and the parking lot in our apartment complex a sleet of ice making walking very difficult. However, my dog Cookie has to be taken out. I have her on a pretty good schedule of taking her outside so she can pee and poop.
Yesterday as I was walking her around the sidewalks of the apartment complex she started to get a seizure.
Cookie has epilepsy and has been on medication for the last few years. We were told by the vet that she will
always get some seizures but they wouldn't be as bad. Yesterday she was starting to shake and she couldn't walk without staggering. Normally in the apartment I will sit down on the floor and hold her until the seizure is
over.
I couldn't sit down on the ice so I picked her up in my arms and started to walk back toward the apartment.
Her seizures are not as bad anymore but she still needs to be watched so she doesn't hurt herself. The sidewalk was a sheet of ice, as I was carrying her I prayed that I would not slip and fall down. As I was carrying her she laid her head on my arm knowing that she felt safe. I inched my way back to the apartment,
sat down on the floor and held her in my arms until the seizure was over.
I know she feels safe as I hold her and the funny thing is that I love that dog so much that if if came to the worst case I would have sat down on the ice and held her. Cookie brings me so much joy every day. After making the coffee every morning, I will then get her food ready. I look in and see her still curled up in her bed. I open the can of food and then she is running out to the kitchen with her tail wagging. I lean down and pet her and tell her how much I love her. I finish getting her food and drop her medication in with the food.
She finishes eating and then we go for our first walk of the day.
A little after 6:30 in the morning she is walking along sniffing the ground, mostly ice now, and she has to find that perfect spot to pee. Usually she only pees first thing in the morning. We take a little walk around and I look at her she she sniffs and sniffs and sniffs. I say to her, "Do you realize that it is cold out here." She turns her head and looks as me as much to say, "I will take all the time I want, keep your pants on." Nothing makes me happier than a man and the love of his dog. Mutual love, that is what it is all about.
Copyright Larry W. Fish 2016
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