There’s no way to be certain, but we’re pretty sure Cindy has a doggie cold. She’s been extra tired (which is hard to do!) and a little snortier than usual. She spent her Friday night cuddled up with her pillow.
I feel so bad for her, and not just because she has a cold. I feel badly for her because she’s older and her body is probably physically way older than her seven years because of neglect.
This afternoon I took Lucy to the dog park and she had a blast, which left her looking like this:
Lucy ran around like a maniac with two dogs that were easily 2-3 times her size. I always have so much fun watching her keep up with the bigger dogs. She more than holds her own, that’s for sure!
But it makes me so sad and so angry that Cindy has never gone to a dog park before and most likely never will. And if she does ever get to go to a dog park, she’ll never know what it would feel like to be young and have tons of energy to run around and make friends.
I keep trying to reassure myself that she doesn’t need to go to a dog park or take long walks by the creek. Everything she has now is more than anything she had in first six-plus years of life and she certainly doesn’t know what she’s missed out on.
But it’s still not fair.