Sunday, 28 February 2016

Wiggle - Day 2,826

Today Wiggle is 13 years and 5 months old!  As much as it breaks my heart to think that I might not get to celebrate another birthday for Wiggle I decided that we should celebrate months now.

We had a sunny start to our day which made Wiggle happy as he lounged on his bed:

Then we went up to the Downs.  Wiggle doesn't run anymore and although he fell over a few times, he still enjoyed a little walk:

Sofy was busy bringing the ball back to me:

Happy Wiggle:

While Sofy ran around, Wiggle and I sat for a while, enjoying the view together:

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Wiggle - Day 2,819

Wiggle continues to spend plenty of time relaxing, in between being thoroughly spoilt with special treats and plenty of fuss.  Sofy takes care of Wiggle too:

Looking back 6 years ago, we still had lovely old Sir H and on this Sunday in 2010, we had sunshine and went to the Downs:

Wiggle was fast then with Sofy not able to keep up!

This week we've had Lilly staying with us but today, not such nice weather.  Wiggle stayed home when I took the girls to the Downs:

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Wiggle - Day 2,812

Wiggle was happy that we had sunshine today as he really doesn't like rain and nasty weather.  When he was younger, he didn't care but now he is more picky when he walks.

His old eyes are cloudy and he can't hear much any more, but he's happy:

Old age hasn't affected his personality and if anything, he is more cheeky but that just makes me love him even more!

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Wiggle - Day 2,801

I'm very pleased to report that Wiggle has been feeling better since the weekend.  He's been taking his antibiotics (hidden in dollops of Brussels pate!) and hasn't been sick although still wants to eat his meals half at a time.  That's fine with me; I'm just happy that he is eating better.

Last night Wiggle went swimming which is his most favourite thing to do.  He looks so blissfully happy, swimming for his toy or just resting and floating in the warm water.  He doesn't worry about wobbling or falling over, he's just happy.

At his age, there will be days when Wiggle worries me and I fear that we are nearing the day I dread.  But when I look at him, like I am now, and see him looking back at me through his cloudy eyes, I just think of how special he is and how lucky I am that Wiggle came to me back in June 2008.