This afternoon, we had to put our beloved dog Spike to sleep. When I checked his birth certificate, I realized he was 16 years old, and had been a member of our family for 14 years. We adopted him soon after I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
Three years later when I began taking a host of medication, I was sick every single day with so many terrible symptoms, including feeling like I had the flu (all the time), hair loss, weight gain (30 pounds), cognitive memory loss, constipation, diarrhea, and so much more. I felt absolutely terrible, but Spike never left my side. He was truly a loyal friend and remained so throughout his life...and mine.
He was a treasured member of our family, and we will miss him deeply. I know I will always have a special place in my heart for him. Yesterday Rob commented on a post, Pet Therapy, that I'd written about Spike quite some time ago. I think it's a fitting tribute.
P.S. I will resume posting and reading other blogs next Monday.
P.P.S. The photo isn't of Spike, but it looks just like Spike when we adopted him from Friends of Animals Foundation.