After watching Marley and Me, I decided to dedicate this blog post to our golden retriever, Bliss.
Bliss joined our family very early on, when, about a month or two after the wedding, I started getting anxious to be a mommy. Bliss was supposed to be a remedy to satisfy the baby itch.
Satisfy the baby itch she did not, but she has been THE best dog, the most loyal canine companion a family could ever ask for. So many family memories we have made, she has been a part of, from driving in the car with a little furball puppy's head out the window, to her not wanting to leave her spot under the crib when each of the children were born, to going on a family walk and having to carry her home in the stroller when she got too weak to go any further. Recently it dawned on us that she has stopped freaking out in thunderstorms and she no longer comes when we call her. She is deaf. She also has cataracts and hypothyroidism. She hobbles when she walks, and sometimes she falls and it takes her a while to get back up again. But that doesn't stop her from hobbling down to the pond and taking a swim just about every day or fetching a ball every now and then.
She has gotten so stinky recently that we took her to the groomer and had them shave all her fur off to make it easier to care for her. That is when we found out that along with all of her other ailments, she has also become incontinent. Poor old dog. Believe it or not there is a pill for that and it is working! Thank goodness! I didn't know what I was going to do with an old, loveable, but incontinent dog!
I googled the life expectancy of a golden retriever and the average was about 12 years. She will be 14 soon. I am trying not to dwell on the inevitable.
Here she is, our sweet 14 year old Bliss, enjoying her last days/months/years (?) on the Urban farm. It will surely be a sad day when she is no longer here with us.