Patches Journey

Every now and again I feel the need to post pictures of her cuteness.  So……without further pomp and circumstance 🙂

They are my loves. xoxo

Debbie and Patches

I can’t believe my girl is so happy and strong.  She’s still here and I’m still just holding and hugging her every second that she’ll let me.  She’s happy, she’s comfy and she’s still breathing easy.   I notice that she seems to sleep more during the day and eat less during the day but I think that’s because someone who is not me was slacking off on giving her the cannabis oil.  The other adult human doesn’t want to trick his girl into taking the yucky oil that she doesn’t like and he slacked off.  He has seen the difference in her and he wants to see her eating and happy so she’s back on the oil consistently and I don’t know if this will help or not.  She might just be getting tired.  We’re really not sure how old she is.  Could be 12…….could be 15.  Doesn’t matter……….the priority is her comfort and happiness.     And deli ham.  She ate a half a pound last night.  She’s put up a hell of a good fight and her spirit is un-defeatable. So I guess it’s no news for now other than her cuteness is still cute, still holding her own and still tolerating infinite hugs and kisses.  Sometimes I meander over the dark side and dread the inevitable but she keeps me present and accountable.  After all if I don’t focus on the present moment who will rub her little head and kiss her little nose and break up the oreos in her bowl and fix the ham “just so”?  Here’s to living like a queen.  Long live the queen.

xoxo

Debbie and Patches

Well miss thing had herself a good time today.  We had a party for my son’s birthday, he turned 15 on March 4th, there were 6 teenagers in my house.  My son has been friends with these boys since kindergarten and so has Patches.  She has always loved children and she seems to think these kids are her puppies.  She had to sleep in the middle of the room with them while they played risk, she begged for shrimp and the boys complied and she got petted by each one.  She’s my little party Patches!

I got some new videos of Miss Patches and her brother that make me smile and laugh whenever I watch so I wanted to share.  Here’s to spitty sneezes and lots of love……

xoxo

Debbie and Patches

Yep, they are milks favorite cookie.  And they are also Patches’ favorite cookie.  And she’s eating a lot of them.  She gets anything and everything she wants.  It’s where we are at right now.  Six months post amputation and we are thrilled with each additional minute that we get.

I’ve been doing a lot of deep thinking as I think anyone would at this stage of the game.  She’s getting her medications and cannabis oil, eating a little bit less, sleeping a little bit more than before but still happy, comfy and all dog.  And I take in the minutes and hold tight.  I cry a little every day and then get on with living.  I sometimes think “my dog is dying”.  I thought that yesterday.  And after I thought that I thought “EVERYONE is dying”.  It’s true, we are all dying.  Sometimes we just have a better idea of when.  And giving that we’re all dying the important question is……are we living?  My grandmom would have been 95 tomorrow March 1st.  She packed a shit load of living in 94  years.  She knew what she was doing.  Patches is feisty like my grandmom was.  She knows what she’s doing too.  No one is going to live forever.  I’m taking a page from their book because I think they got it right.  I’m still sad…….I still cry and I’m always going to.  But I’m making the most of the days and gradually turning to acceptance.  I might miss those who are gone until I see them again but I will love them forever.

xoxo

Debbie and Patches