Right now my daughter and I are on high alert in regards to my fuzzy girl Jazzy. She’s getting her head stuck in everything! First she got it stuck in between my fence and my trellis. Then she got it stuck under my kitchen island and her leg in the wooden stool. Don’t ask me how she managed that!
I had a large branch fall Sunday evening. It was in the path Jazzy walks every day. She walked her route and when she came to the branch, just stood there unsure what to do. I know her eyesight is about completely gone. So we have baby gates up, I moved my small kitchen island against the wall. We watch her closely in the yard. Even closer than before.
I know I can’t complain. She’s 16/17 years old. (Depends on who you ask-long story) I’ve had her since she was 6/7. (Depends on who you ask) I just wish dogs had longer lives. I know it won’t be long. She sleeps more, eyesight is gone, hearing is gone and her cancer. But she still wags that tail and runs around after squirrels and enjoys snuggles. I’m going to enjoy those snuggles while I got ’em.