My dad and I brought Cookie to the vet today because I've been suspecting that cataracts have formed in her eyes and also because she's been scratching the skin around her eyes lately. My suspicions were confirmed, she does indeed have cataracts and it's not just discoloration of the eyes due to old age.
Throughout the day we just kept poking fun at her, haha saying that she's going to become a blind old bat next time. My dad had to keep reminding me that she doesn't have long left. Obviously, I'm aware I'm going to outlive my dog but it really hits home when I can see the whites of the cataracts in her eyes. It makes me rather upset.
I'll admit I'm not the best dog owner around and I don't bring Cookie out for walks and she's often left alone at home a lot of times and I really do feel bad about all of these but I still love her a whole bunch. I got her when I was 12, and this year I would have had her for 9 years already. She's been with me for a really long time. I still remember when I got her, she was such a tiny ball of fur. But even then I also remember neglecting her a lot. I'm a really horrible owner. Probably going to live with this guilt my entire life.
Interesting fact to note is also that when I got her there wasn't really a set intention on getting a dog the day we went out. I'd wanted a dog for for-freaking-ever. I mean every time we had to pray at church I prayed to God for a dog. I had this book which had information about all the dog breeds in the world. I carried it around everywhere I went and memorized it from page to page. That was my true bible hahaha.
Anyway, on the day itself my mom merely wanted us to take a look at the shelter dogs nearby. And as a kid I never considered small breeds because my dad and I were really into large dogs, and we still are. But we popped into the pet farm (ugh I know, so bad but we didn't know any better at the time) and the guy told me that Cookie would be perfect for me. And I actually told him I wanted the bigger puppy in the next cage. It was a boy and when he placed it in my arms it was so jumpy so he gave me Cookie and I fell in love. She just lay in my arms really quietly and that was IT. I had to have her.
When I brought her home, we were so unprepared for a puppy that my parents gave me this plastic crate they used to put stuff in for her to sleep in. I put a cloth and everything for her and for about 4 or 5 hours I just sat next to the crate while she slept and I just read all my books about puppies and dogs. When she woke up, I fed her water in those plastic takeaway containers. And when I realized that she peed in the crate I carefully lifted her out of the crate and quickly and diligently washed it because I was scared she'd run around the house. Instead she just lurked behind the wall of my toilet and peered at me while I washed the crate. My parents managed to get a pen from a friend and we had to leave her in it for the night. The next morning when I woke up my 12 year old self could not believe a puppy was sitting in the kitchen waiting for me.
Interesting fact to note is also that when I got her there wasn't really a set intention on getting a dog the day we went out. I'd wanted a dog for for-freaking-ever. I mean every time we had to pray at church I prayed to God for a dog. I had this book which had information about all the dog breeds in the world. I carried it around everywhere I went and memorized it from page to page. That was my true bible hahaha.
Anyway, on the day itself my mom merely wanted us to take a look at the shelter dogs nearby. And as a kid I never considered small breeds because my dad and I were really into large dogs, and we still are. But we popped into the pet farm (ugh I know, so bad but we didn't know any better at the time) and the guy told me that Cookie would be perfect for me. And I actually told him I wanted the bigger puppy in the next cage. It was a boy and when he placed it in my arms it was so jumpy so he gave me Cookie and I fell in love. She just lay in my arms really quietly and that was IT. I had to have her.
When I brought her home, we were so unprepared for a puppy that my parents gave me this plastic crate they used to put stuff in for her to sleep in. I put a cloth and everything for her and for about 4 or 5 hours I just sat next to the crate while she slept and I just read all my books about puppies and dogs. When she woke up, I fed her water in those plastic takeaway containers. And when I realized that she peed in the crate I carefully lifted her out of the crate and quickly and diligently washed it because I was scared she'd run around the house. Instead she just lurked behind the wall of my toilet and peered at me while I washed the crate. My parents managed to get a pen from a friend and we had to leave her in it for the night. The next morning when I woke up my 12 year old self could not believe a puppy was sitting in the kitchen waiting for me.
Anyway. Safe to say there's been a whole 9 years of her waiting patiently for every one of us in the family to come home every day of her life. No matter what time we got back, be it at 6pm or 5am, she would always there to welcome us home. Even when I get up in the mornings she always looks happy to see me. I think with every major event that would occur in my life, before I left the house I'd always grab her face and told her to wish me luck. She's been with me for a lot of things, and it makes me really sad that she won't be around for a whole lot of other stuff.
I'm really blessed to have her as my first dog. She has such a good-nature and even though we've never brought her for any obedience training classes she's mostly obedient and sweet. My dad likes to disturb her a lot and she rarely loses her temper at him. I mean, he likes to snatch her food away while she's eating and not once has she growled at him in anger. She actually just stares at him stupidly and expectantly waiting for him to put the bowl down. I mean, look at that picture. She lets me do stupid shit to her all the time and even though she always displays a look of mild annoyance (DON'T SAY THAT DOGS CAN'T DISPLAY EMOTIONS!!!!) she never snaps at me and just lets me put stuff on her head/body.
I love Cookie so much I really don't know how I'll deal with it when it's time for her to go.
I don't know what's the point of this post. But it made me feel very blue. :(
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