For some weeks Demetri has been suggesting to me that the entries on Heidi’s blog have become quite sparse and irregular. He also suggested that it may have something to do with it having been set up as a diary about Heidi’s illness and how she coped with it. Now she is very much a well dog the whole feel is different and I have restricted entries to the times when she’s been poorly – an infrequent occurrence!
Heidi’s life is far from dull, but it is also far from the high life. She has her daily medication, eats her food, goes for walks and does the usual dog things. Is this remarkable? For most dogs, no, not especially. Is it for Heidi? Actually, yes, I believe it is. Something as simple as coming into season – done by dogs around the world every minute of every day – is an exceptional event. Why? Because it really pisses the neighbour off.
Let me explain. Our lovely neighbour has a male Akita youngster. She has decided that she’d like to breed from him so he is un-neutered. Guess what? Every time Heidi comes into season he goes completely crazy and howls the day away and send them nuts for about 3 – 4 weeks. This year Heidi has come into season only 4 months after her previous one.
I’m unhappy that our neighbour is struggling with the dog in her home and the stress it’s causing. I’m also unhappy at the look of horror (intentional or not) I got when I let her know that HRH was in season again. What delighted me was the thought which followed. I guessed that the thinking behind the glare was “why on earth don’t you get her spayed?”, which, if I’m honest with myself, was matched by a similar thought back at her.
The delight? I never, ever expected Heidi to still be with us now. She is 15 and too old for a spay. When I first met her on the beach that day, my only thought was how to make her life comfortable and, hopefully, enjoyable for the time that she had. In a million years I wouldn’t have anticipated wondering how to keep her from being so outrageously flirty with the neighbour’s Akita, who towers over her and can knock her over with a touch of his paw or wonder why she wasn’t spayed earlier. He’s a gentle giant who is completely besotted with her at the best of times – it’s all a bit Disney here.
As for the blog? I would like it to continue to be a source of inspiration to people who have dogs with cancer, and to demonstrate life after the death-sentence has been revoked.
Rachael



