This week I learned that my sweet Swaggy is not well. I raised my kids and thought that my empty nester life would begin when my children left home. I never imagined that I would claim a canine kid as my own and consider myself his mother too. He has been a loyal canine companion, always excited to see me when I come home. Swaggy and I have enjoyed walks and car rides together. He has tolerated me dressing him up in coats, costumes, bandanas, and the sweater that he hated. The vet said that he is not a typical Yorkie because of his sweet disposition. Swaggy has never returned barking and yapping from other disgruntled dogs with similar behaviors. He is cool, calm, and collected. He’s also one other “c” word – cute!
I wasn’t really excited about either option presented for his treatment regimen so I decided to let Swaggy be happy until he’s not happy and then decide what to do. I also decided that he will enjoy more boiled chicken, chew sticks, and hugs until I can’t give them any more. We will take our walks so that he can handle his business and smell flowers for as long as he can enjoy those walks. We will take car rides and let him hold his head out of the window for what I call “big dog fun.” Swaggy is not really a big dog so I have to make sure the window is not down far enough for him to be sucked out of it.
Who knew that we could love a little dog so much? He has blessed our family and kept me company when everyone else is away. I am truly shocked that he may say goodbye to us much sooner than expected, but his presence will live on in our memories. To honor my sweet dog, I am reposting a blog post I wrote about him a couple of years ago called “Swaggy the Great!” He is still great and one of the best friends I’ve ever known.
Here’s to my love for my sweet little dog, Swaggy: