Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The vets laugh when they see Wilf again . A regular and welcome patient . He gets not one , but two , kisses on his head from each of them - even the stern Parisienne . After an hour on the table we learn that what we thought was an eye infection is actually glaucoma . A common side effect of diabetes. Who knew that you could be blind, have cataracts and develop glaucoma ? The good news - still no pain - just a gradual slowing down and wearing away. There's no doubting that a change is taking place .
After an hour on the table the family fellow was taken off to be spoilt . Twenty minutes later , face stained yellow from the phenol drops, he finds himself at the new McDonalds by the motorway exit . Surrounded by his pack, eyes bright , aching limbs forgotten , the smell of french fries . There is nothing like a sliver of quarter pounder with cheese to bring a smile to an old boys face . There comes a point in every dogs life when the rule book should be thrown away .
Through the sunflower fields this morning . He's happy to follow along close behind . As all PONs know : - ' Nobody trips over mountains . It's the small pebble that causes you to stumble ".
Posted by Angus at Tuesday, August 02, 2011
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No fries with his quarter pounder?ReplyDelete
A quarter-pounder, Wilf. Your family; and life is good. Sending love...ReplyDelete
He does look happy sporting his yellow streaks....must be the Quarter Pounder.ReplyDelete
xXXOOO Daisy, kendra & bella
Ah, perhaps the stern Parisienne is mellowing, touched too by the joy of this very special dog. :)ReplyDelete
I love Wilf!ReplyDelete
Good for Wilf...I'm pleased to hear of the continuing lack of pain. Long may it continue.ReplyDelete
Your comment about a point when the rule book should be thrown away also applies, I think, to old humans. I am thinking about my nearly ninety year old father, stressed because some idiot doctor has told him to drink semi-skimmed milk. After a lifetime of drinking whole milk Dad is now complaining bitterly about how much he hates "the cheap stuff"! (He also has glaucoma.)ReplyDelete
Enjoy the quarter pounder and the sunflowers Wilfy.
How much i would like to give Wilfee plenty of kisses on his head, to clasp him in my arms and chest and say him how much i love him, courageous boy !ReplyDelete
Have a beautiful Tuesday, Angus and the Font.
Yellow - the punk or sunflower version - a smiling teddy bear - french fries - I could not agree more about the rules book - Wilf you are a miracle dog - I hope your luck lasts for so much longer - kisses and hugs - Foxiie of mine is getting blinder... trotts behind me... Love Susanne, Daisy and FoxiieReplyDelete
Wilf we wish we could pop over and share burgers with you buddy. Enjoying the small moments - that's what life is all about.ReplyDelete
Could it be that Wilf's charm is finally melting the prim Parisienne? We can only hope as we do for a continued pain free journey for him!ReplyDelete
So long as there is no pain and life is good, a little spoiling now and again does no harm at all :-) DianeReplyDelete
Amazingly, there is still a smile on Wilf's sweet face. I'm 100% certain he is hanging on just to be certain that you are OK. Spoiling a great dog at this stage in his life is an opportunity one can't afford to miss. Hugs and kisses to all, especially Wilf the WonderDog!ReplyDelete
well then, i apologize (sort of) for the mean vet comment in your last post... goes to show... wilf loves unconditionally.ReplyDelete
i love what you said about the rule book. no rules. only life, love. goodness all around. until it's over. and that goes for us all really. all good things in moderation? YES!
even coconut ice cream.
I'd cover that furry head with kisses too, and buy you a milkshake to go with your burger and fries, Wilfee!ReplyDelete
Yes, throw away the rule book. It sounds like Wilf is even softening up the stern vet. I think that Wilf could change almost anyone.ReplyDelete
Quarterpounder, fries, and the whole pack around him. Spoiled, indeed!
Shiloh'n Shasta would love to share that quarter pounder with sweet Wilf - yes, sometimes the rules just don't apply anymore. And yes, Wilf needs some fries with that burger.ReplyDelete
Wilf looks thrilled to be the center of attention and surrounded by those he loves. He always seems to be smiling when I look at him, but today he is absolutely beaming!ReplyDelete
I have to admit, when I know I'm in my final years, I'm going to eat whatever the heck I want and enjoy it, too! I say bring on the Quarter Pounders if it makes him happy. Our dogs are all crazy about their french fries, too!
many kisses & loads of pats !! hooray WilfReplyDelete
xoxoxox Sam, Miss Winnie Dixon avec les Chats
I forsee lots of Happy Meals for the old fellow in the coming days. Gosh you live in a beautiful land!ReplyDelete
There is little a quarter pounder with cheese cannot make better :)ReplyDelete
Good, good boy.ReplyDelete
One of my favorite quotes seems very appropriateReplyDelete
"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. Christopher Robin to Pooh”
Wilf, Stay strong!
No eye infection! Hurrah! Kisses from the vets, hurrah too. But we are still keeping our eye on that Parisienne. Behaving herself because the Lead vet is at hand. Pah! We don't trust her. She will have to labour long and hard to win our trust.ReplyDelete
Wilf looks like a pup in the third photo. His illness has done nothing to dim his boyish charm. And his smile shines brighter than a sunny day. We are pleased there is no pain and he is celebrating his vet visit with a burger. Love to all.
YESH for pitching the rule book! @Bouncing Bertie (Gail), let your dad drink what he wants. When my mom realized she actually was in the process of dying, she told my sister had she known, she never would have eaten those carrots with her lunch - HA. Wilf is surrounded by love, compassion and many, many prayers. Now my dogs are saying "May we have fries with that?"ReplyDelete
His smile melts my heart :)ReplyDelete
Blessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae