When Tweeter first came to me almost three years ago, she could "walk" after a fashion, but her front legs were pretty much useless from the knee down. so she was walking on her knees. In the three years that I've had her, she's gone from walking on her knees to crawling on her elbows. Obviously, she doesn't walk much anyway, and I am always there to carry her around.
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this girl.
She is everything you could want in a dog. She's loving, she's spunky, she's adorably cute, and she has heart. She never complains, in fact I don't think she even thinks there's a reason to complain. She loves being alive. I've taken her to many different vets, including so called specialists. None of them has anything much to offer her, except drugs that hopefully slow the pace of her disease. I've been told before that she should be put to sleep, but honestly, she doesn't agree!! She loves every day. She loves eating, and tries to steal from the other dogs. She barks for me from another room, a kind of "Mom, get in here!" happy sound. She insists on the best spot on the bed. This morning I found her happily ensconced in the middle of my three pillows like the queen of everything! This is not a girl who is miserable. This is my Tweeter, my hero.
We should all be as strong and as vibrant and as alive as her.