Our sweet Sydney girl has had a rough go of it lately. We've noticed for awhile that she wasn't moving as fast as she used to. Then we'd noticed periodic episodes where she would tremble all over with no explanation (e.g., not cold, clearly not scared of anything). Just after we moved into the new house, Sydney jumped up to go to Ramy one morning and her leg gave way with her as she ran. She just also seemed more lethargic and just not herself. So a few weeks ago, I took her to the vet and they did some tests on her and determined that she has arthritis, as well as hypothyroidism. (Sydney hasn't lost her personality though - even when the pet nurse brought her back to me after she drew her blood, the nurse exclaimed, "What a funny dog! She looked up and grinned at us!"). The thyroid issue isn't something they want to treat right now, but our Sydney girl is on doggie Celebrex now. Fortunately, it appears to be helping her, so we're glad about that. Now if we could just keep Paddington from climbing on her back...
No one has been more concerned about Sydney than Rebecca. In Rebecca's eyes, Sydney is blameless for anything. That dog can do no wrong. And our Sydney, the one who used to walk out the back door into the yard when I came back from being gone for a week or two? The one who would make her body go rigid when we first got her and would pick her up to love on her? That black dog adores Rebecca too.
Rebecca has taken it upon herself to be the administrator of Sydney's medication every evening. She also likes to cradle Sydney's head in her lap, sing her lullabies, and cover her with blankets. It's a beautiful thing.
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