dog behaviour, human behaviour, poetry
I bought this gorgeous Salish Knitters hat at Elizabeth May’s campaign fundraiser last weekend. It’s beautiful, warm, stylish (ok, it fits me a bit better than Ruby) and celebrates the rising Green Wave of hope and action that’s rolling across Canada.
Ruby says “Vote this time with your strong brave heart.”
I don’t believe in rainbow bridges, but if I did,
I know she would be waiting for me.
Not the Hitchcock version, although Kaylah probably experiences it just like Jimmy Stewart does.
Old dogs lose their balance. A lot. Sometimes, it’s the mild wobbliness you might put down to old age. And sometimes, when it comes on quickly, accompanied by a head tilt, and a tendency to turn in circles, it might be vestibular disease.
My Kaylah, 15.5 years, has had a challenging month. I took her to my vet for a blood test and checkup. The blood work came back fine, but showed signs of dehydration, not unusual for old creatures.
I made that classic error of messing around with something that was working fine. I asked him about prescribing pain medications, ‘just in case’ she’s suffering from arthritic pain.
Oops. That was a bit much to expect her body to cope with. So I stopped the meds, and nursed her back (plenty of broth and love) until the vertigo struck.
Head tilt, sudden flops to the side, endless circles. The worst part was watching her unable to get any rest. I remembered I’d read about a special ‘manouevre’ used for humans that get this same problem.
I tried it. At the end of the procedure, she remained in the last position I’d put her in. And slept.
I’m grateful.
She lives
Breathes
Moves in slow circles,
Sometimes standing
for long minutes,
in a corner.
I stroke her coarse fur.
Blind,
Her head lifts
and orients towards me.
Faithful,
she follows my rafts
wherever I go,
Bread crumbs through the forest
She eats,
Shoving her sharp nose
into every delicacy I offer her,
She sleeps.
I’m grateful when she does.
I tell her I love her,
A thousand times
I do.
It’s no antidote
nor protection against
the lump of losspain I see in the distance,
hunkered down and waiting.
It will come.
A giant black wave,
That will crash over my head
Crush my chest
and knock me down.
Nothing can stop that.
Not hope, nor prayer
Mantra nor talisman,
Not love, nor the tasty treats I offer her.
Nothing.
I’ll hurt like hell
Until one day,
the Losspain will loosen,
Relax its jaws
And let me slip free.
Free, until the next time.
Ruby is making great progress in her recovery. Within a couple of weeks, her puncture wound had healed and she was putting weight on her injured leg.
Hidden damage is still to be determined. How smoothly have the muscle tissues and tendons healed from whatever bruising and crushing she may have sustained?
Scar tissue can cause problems later on.
Doing mild exercises like this one that I learned from Susan Garrett’s Agility Nation Body Works are great. She loves looking for the treats and stepping over and around the bars helps stimulate her proprioceptive awareness.
Apologies to the amazing Amy Winehouse for adapting her song title…
I love her voice and her music. She was a great loss.
Today, the Canadian Kennel Club’ letter of congratulations and our Grand Championship Certificate arrived in the mail.
I’m so proud of this little girl…
In less than four years, she has achieved her Grand Championship in conformation, Novice Rally titles in AKC and CKC, Pre Companion Dog, and Agility Dog of Canada titles.
All this while being the sweetest Schipperke, ever entertaining and lovable.
Just twelve days ago, Ruby was blindsided as she made her way towards a show ring, when a very large dog slipped out of his handler’s control and attacked her.
I was so shaken by this experience on so many levels.
Today, I am grateful that she is alive and is recovering like the champion she is.
She’s an indomitable little Schipperke.
Rolling along, your plans as tight as rails
Beneath the iron wheels,
A painted landscape sliding past as
Stations come and go.
People rise to leave and others climb on board
Your destination’s closer
with every singing mile of track until
A lever’s pulled.
Harsh shrieks lift
The floor beneath your feet, it tilts.
You struggle for your balance, grabbing
Anything to hold.
Jolting to a stop
this train,
Will take you,
no farther.
