Day 18 of Selfie Self Love Challenge.
We got our girl Millie today!!!😍😍
I am exhausted, and I bet she is too. It's gotta be confusing, very confusing,leaving a comfortable home, where her spirit was rebuild, where she learned what is meant to be loved, and where other furry babies make her company and taught her how pets should behave and should be treated in a family.
She finally settled down at night, after we went several times outside under the pouring rain, and tried different spots in our room...she insisted on sleeping on top of me like a 10 pounds lap dog 🤤 on our bed. I convinced her for awhile to sleep on the floor over one of her beds.....but I finally caved, and because she learned to ask for permission to jump over our bed, I let her, but told her that we all have our space in bed, and that she could sleep here in the middle....she listened, and is now softly snoring next to us. My heart is so full of love for this girl, and thus is just the beginning....gotta go to sleep now, as new mom's ought to do 😪😍🐶💚💙
Yesterday was a very scary day. I was preparing Bentley’s breakfast, but he didn’t come running into the kitchen like he normally does. I walked into my bedroom to discover my sweet boy standing but barely able to move with his back arched. My heart sank. I rushed over to Bentley to see what was wrong. He didn’t move. He just stood there with a confused look on his face. I grabbed his treat bag and started shaking it. Bentley tried to move towards me, but he couldn’t walk in a straight line. He walked sideways, back still arched. I immediately started panicking and called my mom (the greatest dog-grandma ever who loves Bentley more than she loves me). After getting off the phone with my mom, I took B outside to use the bathroom. He stumbled around but managed to do his business. I brought him back inside, where he stumbled around some more and started yelping out in pain. At this point, I was hysterical and trying to comfort Bentley while he laid on the couch. My mom rushed right over and my boyfriend arrived shortly after that. After visits to two different veterinarians, bloodwork, x-rays, and lots of ugly crying, we discovered Bentley has degenerating disks between his lower vertebrae. He is currently taking steroids twice a day, and his movement doesn’t seem to be hindered anymore – he is going to be alright, he is going to live. Yesterday, I was trying to prepare myself for an impossible goodbye. Today, I am thanking God for another day with my sweet, little guy.