... to flank her on either side. They laid next to her on her play mat during tummy time, they were her motivation for crawling, were the giggle-inducing recipients of cheerios, when she started walking she insisted she hold their leashes, presently she helps give treats food, pour their water, and even brushes them. They 'help' us garden, warn us of every leaf blowing in every minimal breeze, watch for bunnies.
Harley, a rescue from a puppy mill, is beautiful with her red hair and soft eyes looking like a little fawn, and Bear has a penchant for finding a sunny spot (even the smallest sliver of it) for a long nap, hence the name. I've had them since I was 22, they have been with me through the times of despair, sadness, loss, and the most joyous milestones throughout my 9 moves in 5 states, two marriages, and my Arden.
When I worked or when I would volunteer/be at my stepdaughter's activities they were on their own quite a bit. It was hectic especially in mornings, needing to be walked when I had a 14 and 1 year old with so many different needs, juggling a stroller and two leashes and two flights of stairs. They woke up earlier and earlier, and as they aged (going on 15) The yard was a blessing, they could run and be safe, no more kennel. In and out, so easy. And very happy.
A week ago, Bear had an accident, years of wear and tear of his long fragile back (we have been careful-no stairs, etc) culminated in paralysis just below his shoulder blades. I was a mess, my husband handled the vet visit. Likely euthanization, take the weekend to say goodbye. Lots of pills, keep him comfortable.
The problem was not just the unworking legs, but the control of his body functions. After an entire day of tears and snuggles (while carefully holding him still/in alignment) I was almost ready. But he seemed more awake.....then he was restless, acting strangely. I took him outside because I knew he loved the sun, found him a great spot to lay, and lo and behold nature took over and he was able to go. Like a light switch, life suddenly changed and we decided if he can tell us his needs, we can do this.
That was our first Christmas miracle. The second Christmas Miracle was the early (3 days early in fact!) arrival of his new wheelchair! You haven't lived until you've assembled and fitted a wheelchair for a miniature dachshund...it was amazing, funny, scary. He is still unsure but I think he understands, I am just so happy he is trying. We're getting there. I know he'll never heal or regain what he lost, but as long as he is comfortable and enjoying life, I will do anything! If you have been through something like this I would love your feedback and advice! Have a wonderful Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, a beautiful season with love, light, and a miracle or two!