Some days I just want to give up and give in to this illness; then I let my poodle out and watch him in this snow. It is hard after a couple of days melting and refreezing and has deep holes in it and yet my little Tony shows no fear; he keeps trotting through it and never gives up. He seems to go to the worst parts of the yard and keeps persevering some days; that is what keeps me going .
I think about all that poor Tony has been through at about one year old; he had a pit bull attack him, he had major surgery and came through it. At the time I was driving a truck, so I had to leave him in a strange town so sick I did not even know if he would survive. Luckily my parents had fallen in love with him and went to pick him up and bring him home; he was ready to get back in the truck before his stitches were even out. He was able to get back in the truck 6 weeks later and he was the happy dog I had always known .
Last year he had a bad stroke and the vet wanted me to put him down, but I just could not; I saw that spark in his eyes that he still had a will to live and go on. I even had fights with my family over keeping him alive; I kept telling everyone that we don't put down our people that have strokes. It took about 8 months before he was back to his old self; he had to relearn his name, where is the right place to go potty and where his food and water are, but then again he has a lot of perseverance. Now you would never know it happened; this year he will celebrate 12 human years and going strong.
So you see, I just look at his little life when I want to give up; like him I keep going because if a little poodle can do that, so can I.