The Dackel Princess

My sweet Lili was born on St. Patrick’s Day. When I picked her up at ten weeks, she was an eleven-pound ball of fluff!

I always wondered why she became so attached to Jack when I was the doggy chef and walker. But from an early age, she made it clear that she was Jack’s dog.

She grew so fast that she had grown into her ears in no time—such a pretty girl.

Lili was a fantastic dog. She looked after Jack when he was doing yard or snow plowing. And the day our house had a daytime break-in, Lili saved me.

She was beautiful and intelligent and always allowed Heidi to believe she was the Alpha Dog, although Lili knew that she was, in fact, the Alpha.

So, goodbye, sweet Lili. I will miss you always and forever.

I thought I would do a quick rundown for those following the medical disaster my two doggies and I have experienced this year.

Heidi is finally well. She is on good food and medication and is returning to her sweet and happy self.

Meanwhile, Lili went to the Vets. I brought a urine sample, and they checked that and ran a blood panel. It was then that my sweet girl flipped out.

She fought everyone, including me. They’d never seen Lili have a nervous breakdown, and they were impressed. And not in a good way.

They asked about her behavior at home, and I told them it had worsened in the last year. There are days I am afraid she will accidentally hurt me.

So  Lili got her prescription for antibiotics as well as a drug akin to Prozac and a tranquilizer if she was having too much of a breakdown.

I’ve been watching Grey’s Anatomy, and two main characters refer to friendship as “she’s my person.”

I think Lili’s person was Jack. Since he died, she gets out of control like this. I so wish I could sit her down and explain things to her. This truly makes me sad.

I know Lili loves me, but I know she misses her daddy.

I will go in a couple of weeks for my cardiac testing. Nothing gets your attention faster than being told you have congestive heart failure. I am on some meds now, and there may be more in my future as I am reminded almost daily that I am an elderly woman now.

For the last few days, Lili has been feeling poorly. She wakes me in the night as she frantically begs to go out. With all the wildlife in our yard after dark, I am not thrilled to grab my flashlight and take Lili outside. However, I did, and what I witnessed made me even more concerned.

I knew I needed to act quickly when a ten-year-old dog got diarrhea like this. The poor girl kept going and going and going.

I immediately put her on Heidi’s food for the weekend. I noticed a change immediately. I slept through the night, and Lili’s painful belly disappeared.

I am so glad. I can’t stand to see my fur babies not feeling well.

Darling Lili

The above post was written last night. This morning, I got up, and Lili had wee-wee’d all over the kitchen. Trust me, when a large dog wee-wee’s like this, it is a huge mess. And there sat Heidi in her crate, waiting to go out.

I put both dogs out, got my electric hard floor cleaner out, filled it with deodorizing cleaner, and cleaned the floor.

Tomorrow, I will bring Lili in to see our Vet. Lili’s history of accidents is that she never had them. Once she was housebroken at three months, she was good to go.

So Heidi is doing well, and now I have Lili to worry about. Heidi and I are keeping our fingers crossed that Lili will be well.