Animals are amazing beings. Dogs especially. I've had dogs around me my entire life and I hope to always have them in my life. If you're a dog owner you know that dogs are not just pets, they're family. I don't have any children but at the same time I do, because that's what Linc and Lily are to me; my children and my family.
I read somewhere once that, "The word dog is God backward." Which is obviously true but the meaning is far deeper than the obvious statement. I'm not sure if we are scientifically an outcome of certain events or if we were put here by something much bigger and greater than we will ever know, but if there is anything in this world that represents the idea of God, it's a dog. They love unconditionally and most likely love us more than they do themselves.
My dogs bring me joy every day. They have saved me from my lowest of lows and some of my happiest moments are spent with them. On some of my hardest days, they give me my purpose back. So, when one of them is not well or not themselves it effects me greatly. . .
Lincoln, my poor boy, has had a rough go from the start. We adopted him from a family who I am convinced bought him to make him a cash cow. Fortunately, and I say fortunately with some reservation, he was not fit to be a stud dog due to a heart condition. One that we have not (thank goodness) seen any adverse effects from. He was in a poor state when we rescued him, far too little to be separated from his siblings, and flea-ridden. It was difficult work getting him socialized like a normal puppy should be and he developed allergies very early on but I am convinced we were meant to find each other. Since then, he's grown into a 5-year-old, wiggy-tailed, ball of love who enjoys nothing more than a good walk and cuddle. His cuddling is half the reason I decide to quit working and cuddle up on the sofa. So when a few days ago he appeared lethargic and much slower than normal I immediately picked up on the change. Since this change, he's still eating, enjoying walks (at a slower pace), and doing a lot of sleeping. But because there has been little to no improvement over the last couple of days, we are taking him to the vet. Part of me wants to find out an answer but another part of me is terrified to find out what may, in fact, be wrong.
Lincoln is the first dog that I've ever had that isn't a family dog. He is mine and I am his. When I tell his story, I always say he is a rescue. But the more I think about the effect he's had on me, I really wonder sometimes who actually rescued who. I guess that's the miracle of dogs isn't it? You're convinced that they are yours and that you were lucky to find them. When all the while, they may have been meant to find you!
I will update as soon as we know anything. Until then, please send this special boy good vibes. He deserves every bit!
Pupdate: Lincoln's vet visit has put my mind at ease. He has pulled a muscle in his back (probably due to his rambunctious behavior), but it is nothing good rest and snuggles won't fix. Thank you for all your well wishes!