Sunny
Sunny
All Goldens are special but
Sunny #12-019 was top notch.
When Jeanae & Tom delivered her, she could
hardly walk from the driveway to the front door.
All but her sweet face and tail had been shaved
down to bare skin.
I had placed a soft dog bed that Anne had
purchased just for her, right next to the front door.
When she hobbled in, she
plopped down on the bed and did not move for two days.
She didn’t eat or drink, or even want to go
outside for “business.”
By nature I am not a betting person, however,
by the first day I would have bet she would not make it through the night.
Mason, Teddy #09-085 and Belle
#12-044 checked on her from time to time.
Then I would sit on the floor next to her, and
tell her she was safe and loved, and that if she wanted to go over the Rainbow
Bridge I would not leave her.
Anne suggested that I mix some
kibble with chicken broth, to see if she would eat a little bit of that.
Bingo!
She actually ate ˝ cup of mushy kibble and
drank a few sips of water.
She promptly went back to sleep, but the next
day she was alert and anxious to get some more kibble.
By then Anne had gotten her several cans of
quality dog food, so that was mixed with dry kibble and chicken broth.
After a little water, I figured she might need
to go outside.
By then Anne had communicated with Margo, so we
wrapped a large bath towel around her middle like a sling and got her out in the
front yard.
At first, she just did pee but
the next time we took her out, she did “business.”
Days passed; she ate more and her legs grew
stronger.
I never made her wear a collar because she would itch
and try to get it off.
We figured that she had been tethered in her
former life, so she could go without a reminder of that life – no collars.
After a few weeks Sunny decided
she wanted to eat near the rest of the pack.
One day she just followed the others to the
back door, hopped down the single step and went out in the backyard.
All the others finished and came back in, but I
couldn’t find Sunny.
I went to the door and there she stood, waiting
to be invited in.
She never outgrew that.
Anne would come down and take
photos of her and the others.
By and by Sunny began to get into a routine.
She started getting a smiley grin on her sweet
face.
My daily nurse began calling her “Pat Benatar” because
of the hair on her head and the lack of hair on her torso.
Since Sunny couldn’t share a
bed with Mason and me, she decided to sleep right beside me with her head under
the bed.
I would have to remember she was down there and
literally jump over her to get out of bed.
She loved it when I would hang my hand down and
touch her during the night.
Whether there were four dogs here, or seven or eight, she
would always be the last one to the dinner area and the first to finish her
meal.
One of the grandest times she
had was when Anne and I decided to put her in the back of Anne’s SUV, when we
took Honey Belle #12-128 to San Marcos to meet her prospective forever family.
Once there, we got Sunny out (on a collar and
leash) and she walked all the way over to Wendy’s while Anne and Honey Belle met
with the prospect.
Sunny had a few bad days in the
7 months and 10 days she was with us.
Mini strokes and such.
But she blessed all who met her and I know her
last days were her best.
Candy
Sunny, age: 15
PERMANENT FOSTER
Watch this space for Sunny's story as we get to know this sweet ol' gal better!
