I've whined publicly about the gradually deteriorating health of my long-time best furry friend, Lucky, & the encouraging PM's I've gotten tells me that more than one pixie here cares enough about the situation to want to know what's what; since my pm box stays on the full side, & I don't have a lot of spare time to clean it out as I should (& my packrat tendencies keep me from that as well), I've decided to start this thread for updates as needed. I know this won't be of universal interest to all, & anyone who doesn't care can pass this thread by with no hard feelings from me. I'm just gonna update, notify, complain, or vent as I feel the need, & any that do care can comment here without filling up my inbox.

I guess I can start off by posting (or likely re-posting) the most recent pic I can find of this handsome dog...(the pink freckled thighs are mine, & yes, that spot on my lap is his favoritest place in world...at least until I insist on grooming his hair or nails)

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Lucky joined the family sometime late in 1992, after the untimely death of B-Bear, a cock-a-poo that somehow got into rat poison (sorry, no digital pics available). His cage at the shelter stated he was an 11 mo old Pomeranian mix named "Roster"(?); we wanted to take him home immediately, but the shelter didn't take plastic for the adoption fee, & I was very short of cash. It was Sunday, they would close before I could get back from an ATM...it was decided that I, working nights at the time, would go back Mon am with the cash, & bring him home. The trouble with that was he bonded to me as The Alpha Male, & all these other pack members would be forever betas, & of little concern to him & his arrogant Pom way of thinking; he has had little use for our Stupid Pet Tricks we tried to teach him over the years, "Fetch? You gotta be kidding me..." His chief activity was to lay on the back porch, ready to pursue any squirrels that dare to tread in his realm, & the occasional play-fight; his growling often sounds very human, the only dog I've ever known that could say "noooo".

The squirrel pursuits were amazing sometimes, for a little short-legged dog he was surprisingly quick; I once saw him miss a squirrel's tail by inches before the little gray bastard made it up the tree. Cheaters!!!

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For the last few years, he's slowed down, lost his vision to cataracts, & generally gotten old & cranky (something I, unfortunately, can relate to). But it hasn't taken away his joie de vivre, just takes his pleasure of being a dog at a slower pace. Running into walls, chairs, tables & such, he takes with no complaint; his nose still leads him to dinner, he can lounge for hours either in his spot in the hall or his kennel. His bladder control isn't so good, & we have a lot of carpet to replace when he's gone.

Last week, he quit eating the dry food, rawhide chews he had sworn off years ago...apparently crunchy chewy things hurt now. Soft canned food he lapped up greedily, but went right thru him. As his weight fell, I rushed him to the vet, where she prescribed an antibiotic & soaking his dry kibble in chicken broth. Trouble is, he has never liked soggy kibble, even with that chicken flavor. I tried Moist & Meaty, but it ran thru him as well, & the antibiotic failed to stop the runs. That's where I was Friday night, depressed because if I couldn't get him better, I would have to end his suffering. Saturday the vet on call didn't want to deal with his quality of life issues, but she did suggest Immodium & chicken with rice baby food to get his diet bland & low fat. He has responded well to the new regimen, & is as spry & perky as he ever gets these days, so...looks like the call from governor came thru. He still pisses the floor, & he has a little string of poop in his tail fur I haven't had the stomach to clean up yet, but he seems happy to be my dog again...

Pound for pound, he's a pretty tough old son of a bitch. He fell off the porch over the weekend, far enough that it shoulda coulda broke some bones, but after he got his breath back, he got up & moved along like it was no big deal. I'm carrying him down the stairs a lot now, which doesn't help my back, but hey, he my friend...he'd do it for me if he could...

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Quite a little dog, there, Scotz. Sounds like he's going to make the best of life as long as he can. Good for him. And, a good lesson for us as well. Tell him we're cheering him on!

Following is a quote from one of the PMs I got (I don't think I'm betraying any confidence here, I suspect jax sent this to me in respect to my personal feelings, not his; if he doesn't want his secret out, well, tough chit, buddy )



I wish I could take credit for his longevity, but other than making him an almost exclusively "Purina Dog", I didn't have anything to do with it. I've had a number of dogs in my life, & I loved them all, & tried to keep them going as best I could, but somehow all but 2 (which had to be given to new homes) managed to find their way to early graves That's why I'm all wound up about this guy; it took me most of a half-century to find a dog that could live long enough to deal with end-of-life issues, & this is all new territory for me.

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I feel for you, Scotz. Sometimes it's tougher to lose a four legged family member than a blood relative. (Depending on one's family of course.) Looks like Lucky going to hang out with you a while longer though. Hopefully he'll stick around just as long as he needs to and will step on out peacefully.

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