100%
Shira is now 12, and as of January a tripawed due to bone cancer. Doesn’t slow her down, she still wants to chase squirrels, stare down neighborhood cats, and poop on that one grumpy dude’s lawn. I swear, she plays the tripawed thing too, she has never received more ooohs and aaaahs when we’re sitting at the coffee shop down the street, and she doesn’t *have* to roll over on that side every time…although it does give easier tummy access.
She’s still my baby, even if she can’t get up on the couch anymore, and I have to hoist her into my car to take trips to the park. The look on her face when I come over is all I need to bring me back from a bad day at work.
It’s amazing what a therapeutic effect rubbing a dog’s head can have, isn’t it?
