Pacific Hound

On Sunday I was certain I was going to have to say goodbye to my boy.

There actually wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I would be celebrating his birthday without him.

When I found him, he couldn’t stand up or walk without falling over.

It was clear he was in a lot of pain and that’s the last thing I’d ever want for him.

His vet came in on her off day and I asked her, “is it time?” And to my surprise she said “no.”

Just imagine the deep exhale of relief.

No neuro deficits and most likely a muscular injury. He should be able to recover with time.

We have an uphill journey ahead of us but he’s walking and he very much still wants to be here.

So long as he says “I want to stay,” I’ll make sure he does. 🤍

My boy is 13.

Saying that aloud feels surreal.

Thirteen.

Thirteen years of adventures, memories, hard times and real good ones too.

These fluffy, buttery soft ears have never left my side.

I was certain we were going to lose him yesterday but in typical Spotty fashion, he wouldn’t dare miss a party.

While I know the day every dog parent fears is coming, I’m relishing in the fact that today he is here.

My boy got to hear me say “happy 13th birthday” and that’s all I could ever ask ❤️