Two years ago, a little poodle named Shadow came into my home on Mother’s Day. She was to be the heart healer…..I had lost several of my little ones to monsters in the months before…….this elderly, nearly blind, abandoned poodle needed a mom…and I needed a furry child to hold in my arms again. I renamed her Poppy, in remembrance of all my babies, now in Spirit.
The first year, she blossomed like a poppy…….prancing about my Irish wolfhound, always at her side. Then, her bloom faded. Canine dementia shadowed my Poppy, she could not see, could no longer hear, and did not understand where she was anymore. She circled endlessly, she bumped into everything, she got stuck behind furniture, behind appliances and lived only to survive.
Then, early this year, another neurological issue cast a darkness in her bleak existence. Her hind legs started to fail; I would find…
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