Cassidy's Update: No
human could ever figure out quite how old I was, and dogs don't keep
track of the years, but I heard them say I must have been at least 12
years old when they found me at the shelter. I spent 14 months
less 1 day with my alpha mom and dad. I would have stayed longer
but my kidneys didn't work any more and my humans took good care of me,
right to the end. I told them many times that I loved them all my
life and I always knew, through all the years I was neglected, that my
alphas would come for me.
I left them with some great
memories: of me chasing a chicken, back and forth, almost in slow
motion like Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner and of me sleeping on the mat
inside the door, waiting for them to come home. They smile when
they remember me "running" ... I did sort of a loping run, ears
flapping and my stiff leg sort of flapped, too.
My leg is fine now and I don't have any pain but you know the best
thing about life at the Rainbow Bridge? The cat food is pretty tasty
here, too.