Saturday, November 22, 2008
It's been a rough few months. Summer is always my worst time for falling away from any path I've set for myself. It's my most active time of year psychically and everything else just seems to fall by the wayside.
My beloved corgi, Wellington, fell ill in early October, but seemed to be doing fine after a course of meds. My daughter and I drove south to Texas to help a friend out why she was having baby. Wellington did fine with my husband the entire 3 weeks we were gone and then fell ill upon my return.
Thursday, I had to make the decision to let him go when tests and surgery discovered multiple tumors and a pancreas that was disintegrating. He was only 11, fairly young for a corgi.
We rescued him when he was 5 years old. Someone had dumped him far out of town, assuming, I imagine, that he'd fall prey to the coyotes. He was found by someone driving by and taken to the local shelter.
That April, I was already at the far end of town, ready to drive the 30 miles home, when I head a voice say "Go to the shelter; it's a dog." We had only adopted cats from the local shelter, but I assumed that someone must have dumped a collie, which were the dogs we had at the time. When I arrived, I was told no, no collies, but they did have a corgi.
It was love at first sight. Wellie was blind from an eye infection and had a raging bladder infection, but both cleared up with care and he regained his eyesight. He was plucky even when ill, hence the name we gave him. He didn't walk, so much, as march, whenever we took him for a walk.
Earlier this year, he had a fast growing cataract in one eye, but after successful surgery, he was his old self again, until this fall. I'm so fortunate to have shared his life for six years and I will miss him desperately.
But as things so often happen, he is still looking out for me. On Thursday, when I returned from town, my husband asked me if I wanted to go back to Dallas. It seems, that while he was looking for something on the internet for his job, a corgi breeder's site popped up. We're talking with them now and, no doubt, when we return to Texas in the spring, we'll be bringing home a new puppy, guided all the while by Wellie's love and caring spirit.