Sometimes you never know how much your pets mean to you until something happens when everything else in the world stops and the moment is frozen with just you and your pet.
Such a moment happened the other morning as I half awoke to the sounds of two pomeranians – the females – roughhousing. I was too tired to get myself fully awake and separate the two so I let them duke it out until I could fully assess their injuries, which is usually not serious if any at all. A little hair pulling and scratching here and there and they are good to go afterwards.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard a familiar whining cry from one of them. It was the cry of pain, a cry I had only heard when each of my other two dogs had died, a cry as if something was pulling their soul out of their tiny little bodies. I thought it was the older one, who is about 13 years old and having breathing problems. When I turned on the lights and saw that it was the baby – actually almost two years old – I died a little inside already. She lay on her side motionless, her eyes slowly shutting, and the male dog, who is about 10 years old, was hovering over her, sniffing her.
I picked her up and screamed, “Don’t leave me!” as if I had the power to keep a living being alive simply by saying those words. I checked her over to see if she was bleeding or had any obvious injuries – there were none, and I massaged her all over in case it was a muscular freak out thing. She turned her head to me with wide eyes, a questioning look as if to say, “What the hell are you doing?” I set her down to make her walk and she looked fine.
I couldn’t leave her that morning right away as I suddenly felt guilty her shots weren’t updated and she hadn’t been examined for over a year. I took her to the vet, and she seemed even more attached to me physically as I drove; she was probably as scared as I was from the whole incident.
The vet guessed that her slipping knee cap had something to do with her falling over that morning. Pomeranians have a tendency for knee problems but she is the first one of the six I’ve had that had that problem. He recommended glucosamine (cartilage) supplements to strengthen her knees and to keep an eye on it for it may need surgery in the future. After establishing that ongoing issue, the vet gave her annual shots while saying she was such a well-behaved dog.
Well behaved. Ha! Did I mention she was the instigator of that rough play with the other dog almost twice her size? She barks and tries to run after dogs ten times her size when we’re out walking. A feisty soul lives in that petite little 5-pound frame of hers. Why does that sound familiar?