Maddie is our dog. We believe she's a Shih-Poo (originally told she was a purebred Shih-Tzu) thats almost 6.5 years old. Monday night will be the night that I will remember of the last time we played fetch together. Tuesday afternoon, my husband told me she was bumping into things. Everything happened so suddenly. I quickly made a phone call to Maddie's eye specialist and booked an appointment for the next day. Wednesday November 21, 2012 Maddie is now officially blind. I'm having a harder time dealing with this than I thought. I think Maddie is handling it better than I am. She's much braver than me.
I'm starting this blog to document how it is to live life with a blind dog. The more I learn, the more I will blog. The first thing that Maddie has taught me is to be strong and don't let anything stop you. She's trying to be as normal as she was before, she just can't see. She's roaming around the house bumping into things being as curious as she was before, almost as if nothing has changed. Me on the other hand, I think I've gone through a whole tissue box in one afternoon. A friend told me that I need to be strong for Maddie. But I think It's Maddie is teaching me to be strong instead.
Maddie was dumped on us, literally. Almost 5 years ago, my sister-in-law (then my boyfriend's sister) told us during dinner that her friend's parents could no longer take care of their dog and needed to look for a new home for her. My husband (then boyfriend) and I thought, maybe? We had previously discussed getting a dog. But it would be a Miniature Schnauzer, I love those old goofy looking faces. But we thought, well this is a dog that needs a home, and is free, so maybe we can do a trial thing? We said we wanted to see the dog on a weekend and bring it home to see how she would get along with my sister's dog Chloe.
One Saturday morning, my sister-in-law's friend dropped Maddie (previously named Teddy), along with her crate, food, shampoo, and toys. They didn't want her back that night. We said, we're not prepared for keeping her, we don't even have a bed for her. He drove back and came back with his cat's wicker bed. From that day on, she's been part of my family. I remember how she hid in a corner too scared of us. She looked horrible. The previous owners didn't groom her. She needed a haircut, she had mats all over her body.
We took her back to my place to see how she would interact with Chloe. The two of them got along so well. They even started playing tug of war with toys. I was happy.
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