The Canine Love of My Life
By gerene0313 on August 16, 2013
I didn't realize it that day, but Sept 19, 2003 my life was forever changed. I had decided I wanted a poodle and after quite an extensive search, found my miniature poodle at the Humane Society. He had been found in a dumpster and looked terrible. There was just this sparkle in his eyes, "Lady, you are done. You are taking me with you."
I made the initial inquiry and found out if no one claimed him he was going to be euthanized. He looked that bad. The initial estimate was that he was nine years old. Once he got all cleaned up and groomed and went from "Matt" what they called him because he was covered in matted hair to "Chico", my veterinarian assessed his age to be about two based on his teeth.
Chico has been the life of the party wherever we go. Where I am an introvert, Chico goes up to everyone and makes a friend.He is known as the Wal-Mart greeter at our dog park and townhouse security where we live.
What I didn't know he could do is wake me up from a seizure. I have epilepsy and on three separate occasions he was barking his head off and on top of me to get me out of a seizure state and has had no training. I was having the kind of seizures that killed the Olympic runner, Flo-Jo. One day, she just didn't wake up. While I am now on additional meds to control these types of seizures, without my little guy I can't imagine what might have happened.
He's 13 now and I definitely see a slow down. He can still do a few sprints, but cataracts set in and his energy is not the same. I consider myself the luckiest dog mama on the planet and plan to keep him healthy as long as I'm able.