Midnight looks like my dog, Quiver, 15 years (or so) ago. The white blaze, the white paw tip, the curious/alert expression -- and of course the ears.
When Midnight hits 20, I bet this would be a pretty good likeness.
Her original owner died 'bout 15 years ago, and she almost got put down. Nobody wanted her. She was nuts. Gave her a place to crash, changed her food from Alpo to TechniCal (Canadian), and she's been Daddy's girl ever since. Withing a week of changing her food, she calmed down & folks started asking why we called her Quiver. She had completely stopped shaking. No more spun. Apparently the Alpo causes interference of neuron interaction in her noggin. If I ever meet the CEO of Alpo he won't enjoy the
encounter.
Almost put her down last spring. Hind-quarter/balance issues, zoning, panting, dry peeing outdoors, full moisture indoors. Thousands of dollars, at the vet's, and getting worse. Cathy made the 'big appointment', and I went outside with the shovel. Was not diggin it. Came back inside, and told my wife to cancel the appointment. Told Cathy I wanted to give Quiver one shot at a Hail Mary deal I had read about on line. Red cider vinegar. Four bucks, and four hours later there was a substantial improvement. Within days she was her old self. Neutralizes the acid in her bladder. She surely has the medical issue taking its toll still -- but not the symptoms that were taking the quality out of being a dog. She enjoys belly rubs, short walks, Dad's cooking, mooching & naps. I carry her down stairs, & lift her up onto the couch. Continuously.
Vet's won't tell you about :ntwrthy:red cider vinegar.
Oh, and that's her cat, "Fraidy", beside her. Barn cat. Got her moniker the first time she heard a pair of BP20's. Not so loud. Just not familiar with David Lindley's, "Crazy 'Bout My Mercury".
She's fading, and I know what's ahead. I won't let her suffer. I'm just so thankful she's here tonite.
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R.I.P. "Little"
