1.28.2016

January 28, 2016

White Dog hardly ever sits in her traditional spot on the arm of my chair anymore. She is more aloof. I do not think she is in pain medically but something is not right.

At the sake of putting too much humanness on my wise beautiful girl, it seems that her back injury weeks ago has changed the way she views life. She has been VERY good about not jumping up as she healed, too good in fact. And now, although we continue medication as a preventative, her body seems back to normal...her spine is straight, she is not walking humped over, she caries her tail up and ears forward. But there is a timidness, an element of fear in her eyes, when she approaches the couch and her heart says "jump." She sighs then turns away.

In that moment of injury, it seems she became aware of the fact that she is now 11, a SENIOR dog. WD is now cognizant of her body's vulnerability.

She will lie next to me on the floor for hours as I work at the computer but is no longer interested in climbing into my lap to read the blogs.

WD, the Queen of the White Dog Army, hangs back on the periphery at treat time or when the WDA blizzards to the door to welcome Steve. She is interactive from a distance and still commands respect, but it is as if she does not want to put her body in jeopardy in the pressand milling of so many so close.

This erosion of her confidence scares me a bit. The Little White Dog of My Heart has always been independent, opinionated, with a full sense of being in command of her Universe.

Steve, still regaining strength in his ankle from HIS sprain, tells me it takes time. He still wears a support brace even after all these weeks. He reminds me that besides her injury that White Dog has, along with the family, gone through a pretty challenging three months. It will take time to recalibrate and find balance.

Counseling and therapy perhaps? More one-on-one time? Benson lays his head gently on my knee. He is often MY personal therapist. "In time maybe those things, momma," he gently suggests. "But right now why not give what we know works a little more of a chance? Love and patience, momma. Especially the patience part."

7 comments:

24 Paws of Love said...

Poor girl. I find some of the same things happening with my pups with minor injuries. Patience and love. Just may take a little more time, momma. :)

Brian said...

Yep, the age thing sure can be rude sometimes but we hope the all better shows up!

Gus said...

We see many of the same things in Teka since our summer struggle with her luxating patella. I was so pleased to see her navigating well in the snow and ice this last week. Yes, she goes more slowly. Yes, she is still cautious. Secretly (when she thinks I am not watching) she is making attempts to use the bench we placed at the foot of the bed for Gus a couple of years ago. But she is not willing yet to attempt and fail in front of the rest of us.

She is still Alpha. She is less patient with her stupid humans, and more demanding if she wants to go "OUT NOW!" And the hardest thing? Oh the hardest thing is for both of the stupid humans to remain "hands off" until she asks for help.

We are hoping that TWD also continues her recovery.

Random Felines said...

patience is so hard and yet so important. she will find her balance - we are sure of it

meowmeowmans said...

We purr and pray that time is all it takes. It's so, so difficua\lt to be patient, we know. Hugs!

Tweedles -- that's me said...

We agree,, it does take time,,
sometimes nerves cause pain,, maybe they are not done healing.
We send magic healing bubbles to help her.
love
tweedles

Sally Ann and Andy said...

Andy is offering to come over from Ga to bring his pepto bismo, after all in sickness he is the "pink man." According to him, Pepto makes any doggie feel better. He said that Miss Siku could lean on him, and he would protect her from the white dog blizzard. Soft eskie nose pokes from pink man.