“Wag the Tail”
Hey, it’s Charlie. I’ve taken over dad’s blog again to tell you something important. Actually, grand-dad told Ryan something about “wagging the tail” and between the two of us, we think we’ve figured it out. But since I’m so personable and a great story teller, dad is letting me share it with you. Oh wait, dad says he’s going to help me tell it to make sure we all understand if I get confused or distracted.
It all started a few weeks ago. After my second chemo treatment, strange things began happening including seizures and I was having some collapse type episodes. One night, I remember dad telling me it was okay to “go” so I knew my illness was wearing on him. I also didn’t want to eat which is so unlike me. It was some pretty scary stuff. A few weeks later after the fourth chemo treatment, I couldn’t walk. I never had my next scheduled chemo treatment but I heard mom and dad talking about the big sleep. It was just before a weekend so they wanted to spend some time with me and spoil me rotten. I wagged my tail and in return got lots of hugs and lots of food I shouldn’t normally eat.
As that weekend went on, I started getting stronger and getting back to being able to walk. I felt like that guy in the movie “Rocky” as he’s running on the steps and everyone is cheering for him. Dad was so happy he told me there was no more chemo! This was good because I hated the weekly needle pokes and feeling sick. On the other hand, I got some to take some steroids – I didn’t get the rage and I sure didn’t pack on a lot of muscle but they did make me feel better. I wagged my tail.
I had an accident in the house…I blame it on the drugs! And so did dad. He didn’t get mad. He actually hugged me and took me outside. If only I had known this trick earlier in life…I could have gotten away with a lot more! The gentleness I’ve experienced only makes me want to do better and to keep on trucking. I’m not quite ready to stop watching over my family. Yep, my tail is still wagging.
It’s been a few weeks now. Steroids made me happy and with every thing I did, dad seemed happier too, so much that if he had a tail, he’d probably be wagging it. Instead, I figured smiles, hugs, and belly rubs are the same expression. We pets are very perceptive and emotional; can’t you see it in our eyes and feel it in our slobbery kisses? When our families are happy, we feel good. When our families are stressed, we also feel anxious. We feed off of emotions (and cookies!)…
Charlie….hey bud, we’re not done yet. Oh there he goes…Charlie has lost himself in the bag of Charlee Bear treats again. It’s Dr. Llera now so I’ll wrap this up for the both of us. What Charlie & I have learned through this is that when times are tough, you should try to see the silver lining that is there and try to keep a positive mental attitude. In any alarming situation with your pets, there is always hope. It may be the hope that everything will turn out alright. Or it may be the hope that you try your best and that they don’t suffer. The important thing to remember is to stay strong, give your pet all the love you can, and know that in the end everything will work out. So what are you waiting for? Go “wag that tail.”
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