lizzielou742
12-27-2004, 06:51 PM
My family's dog - the dog we've had since I was 9 years old - is not doing well. Her name is Dixie and she's 14 years old. She'll be 15 this May. Dixie has been really shaky the past few months, and has been having dizzy spells, and his practically deaf and half blind. Lately, every time I go home to see my parents (I live about three hours away now), I make sure to spend extra special time with Dixie - because I never know which time will be the last time I get to see her.
Last night, Dixie had a series of what my dad described as strokes. He gave me all the details, but I'll just say Dad did not think Dixie would make it through the night. After about four hours, she finally fell asleep, and Dad put her in her dog bed, next to his, fully expecting her to be gone when he woke up. He woke up this morning and Dixie was sitting at the end of the bed, waiting to go outside, like she does every morning, like nothing had happened. He said she's been falling down more than usual today - so he's going to keep her confined to one level of the house when he's not home - but otherwise she "seems" OK.
I know this is probably the last chapter in her life. I would really appreciate it if everyone could keep Dixie in their thoughts. She's my puppy. My little brother and I begged for a dog for years, and my parents let us get her in 1990, when I was 9 and he was 8. I'm 23 now, and he's 22. It's so sad to even think about her being so old....and to think that I'm not there to hold her just breaks my heart. I saw her over Thanksgiving, and I'm going home Saturday to try and see her again.
I know this has turned into a ramble, and I'm sorry. Here is a picture of my baby Dixie Doodle. I love her so much. :(
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid136/p549f9c381b4917d608dc8c233f3cc3fc/f74c73cd.jpg
Last night, Dixie had a series of what my dad described as strokes. He gave me all the details, but I'll just say Dad did not think Dixie would make it through the night. After about four hours, she finally fell asleep, and Dad put her in her dog bed, next to his, fully expecting her to be gone when he woke up. He woke up this morning and Dixie was sitting at the end of the bed, waiting to go outside, like she does every morning, like nothing had happened. He said she's been falling down more than usual today - so he's going to keep her confined to one level of the house when he's not home - but otherwise she "seems" OK.
I know this is probably the last chapter in her life. I would really appreciate it if everyone could keep Dixie in their thoughts. She's my puppy. My little brother and I begged for a dog for years, and my parents let us get her in 1990, when I was 9 and he was 8. I'm 23 now, and he's 22. It's so sad to even think about her being so old....and to think that I'm not there to hold her just breaks my heart. I saw her over Thanksgiving, and I'm going home Saturday to try and see her again.
I know this has turned into a ramble, and I'm sorry. Here is a picture of my baby Dixie Doodle. I love her so much. :(
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid136/p549f9c381b4917d608dc8c233f3cc3fc/f74c73cd.jpg