Walk In The Park: That Scruffy is home

Monday, December 7, 2015

That Scruffy is home

Everyone needs a photo in the bluebonnets (or maybe a few).

DH and I have been trying to prepare ourselves as our household ages. The dogs are 10 and 11. Hobbes is 16 or thereabouts. DH and I are certainly past "middle age." So we work out and steel ourselves as the animals start to show their ages - losing sight and hearing and their minds (a bit). We know we all only have so much time and time for the pets is short.

Of course, there are always the little injuries. Our sweet pups seem to injure paws regularly, so it did not seem unusual for Scruffy to be favoring a paw last week. He was limping a bit. Thinking it was a minor thing, we made an appointment and continued with our morning. By the time we saw the vet a few hours later, it was clear that something was seriously wrong.

We will skip the hard hours of treatment and waiting. It is enough to say that it appears Scruffy had a stroke. The vet guessed correctly (while we waited for test results) and started Scruff on the right medicine for now. He will be taking pills daily pills and we will see how things go.

So, we got a little wake-up call, a reminder that will likely get us outside in the beautiful cool weather with the critters soon (and regularly). We plan an outing to the wildlife area tomorrow morning (or the neighborhood park - depending on how everyone is feeling).

So here are some old photos of the pups with a focus on that handsome Scruffy. The photos show him as we think of him. He is stoic and smart. He is curious and full of joy.

And we are all overjoyed that he is home. We intend to enjoy this reprieve. Yes, it's all about the joy.