I had two young male Pomeranians when I was asked to become the primary caretaker of Candace, an 11-year-old Pomeranian. Her owner became seriously injured, permanently paralyzed. How could I say no?
I had concerns she was a senior dog. She was the first dog I owned past the age of two. I wondered how long I would have her to enjoy her company. I was concerned my boys were too active for an older dog. I pondered what were the medical needs for an older dog. I took her to my vet to be certain I had the information I needed to provide her a healthy, happy life.
Candace was a part of my family for 1 1/2 years. During this very short period of time, I learned Candace:
- loved taking long morning walks
- was a typical diva
- did not mind wearing dresses and bows
- enjoyed her the company of her brothers
- loved pasta and carrots
- adored my sister’s Bichon, Max
- enjoyed watching my nephew play video games
The possibility of having medical issues to attend to was never an issue or concern. I enjoyed her company.
Candace was a wonderful dog! She became very sick with an aggressive-type cancer in her legs. She could no longer walk. I carried her everywhere like a newborn baby. I had to make the dreaded decision to put her to sleep. Her death was not easy for me. I wrote a few stories about my feelings regarding her loss, trying to justify my decision. She was the first dog I had to put to sleep. I am forever grateful the time we had together.
I thought it was interesting to learn, the time she was diagnosed with cancer, her original owner died. Sometimes I wondered if he wanted her back. I am certain he was there to welcome her with open arms, as she did cross the rainbow bridge.
Would I adopt another senior dog? Absolutely! I did one year later.