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Snoozer, Chicago, IL (2025)

04/12/2025

is rabies real? or is it a vast government conspiracy aimed at stopping our mom from cuddling raccoons?

because honestly, she’s the one with rabies. someone needs to warn the raccoons. 🦝

04/12/2025

Maya is 20. Or is going to be. I don’t know her exact birthday so I selfishly decided to celebrate twenty trips around Sun on my Name’s Day on August 21st. She has aged significantly in the last couple months. She is still excited to see me through her cataract-graying eyes, then stares up at me as if she was saying “I’m a little tired, I’ll go lie down.”

She now has trouble sitting down, she can barely could climb two stairs, but she still asks to be helped with her frequent trips to the backyard. Her body is fragile and she more often than not looses balance. Her skin is covered in dry spots that I try to moisturize but the effort is quite fruitless. I do it because she enjoys it. I still wince a little when I scratch her and give her the love she so unbashingly asks for these days.

When she gets excited—she p*es a little. Actually, she has incontinence, and can’t hold her p*e anymore so with that - she’s ruined a floor board or two dozen. So yeah, I sometimes I look at pet owners with their bright-eyed, well-mannered pups, and no. I’m not bothered by any of it, and she does not seem to be bothered by trivial things, such as aging, losing eye sight, hearing or the ability to control her bladder either.

Lately, when she is sleeping and I approach her—she doesnt move at first, and I’ll admit I am almost always afraid that she died sometime in her sleep. To my relief, as I touch her, she struggles to her feet and dutifully heads to the back door. She knows where the treats are kept and her way to the backyard.

Maya is a 20 year old tiny but mighty, very sassy and extremely spicy old lady. She has an off black coat with an all-white face and a very healthy appetite who has given me the privilege of caring for her. In return, I get a limited amount of tail wags, b***y wiggles, and her determination to trip me as she follows my every step around the yard and house. Maya gives what she has to give, but the truth is that it isn’t much.

It didn’t cost me anything to bring her into my house because she sort of quietly walked into the heart of my life and made herself comfortable. She’s been relatively healthy so the vet bills aren’t piling up like what I am used to. But - because she’s old and her body is beginning to fail- the amount of cleaning supplies. Laundry detergent. Floor cleaner. More laundry detergent. And, of course, upkeep of the vacuum cleaner that will suck the carpet off the floor—but somehow seems to leave more dog hair littering my hardwood floors than it should. However, I’ve stopped counting how much I’ve spent, because I’ve learned something really valuable in caring for Maya (and really, every dog I’ve ever cared for)…

I’ve learned that caring for someone who really can’t give you anything in return is of immeasurable value. Most of us willingly care for our children, our mates, and our parents if we need to. Generally, we get something in return for that care. It may only be the satisfaction of seeing our children do well, our spouses find happiness, or our parents living their final days in the warmth of our love—but we do get something in return.

As I write, I find that Maya and my other senior fuzzy friends have given me something more than I could have expected from these old dogs. They helped me recognize the day may well come when I may need to be cared for and be unable to offer much in return. Maybe, if I’m fortunate, I can offer a warm smile of gratitude or speak the words that accompany it. Maybe I’ll even be able to offer someone comfort, encouragement, and make them laugh. Or, maybe I won’t.

If you're lucky, like me, your home has a heartbeat. Or three. 😊 Lately I have realized that I measure my life by those who love me. My fuzzy friends are always my good days and I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve any one of them.

I am an ordinary woman who has been blessed with the love of very extraordinary dogs. ❤️❤️

04/02/2025

“Dogs are made out of love and tail. But mostly- love.”

03/13/2025

Snoozer’s table manners were always on point. He also liked chilled Riesling on hot summer nights. ❤️❤️

03/12/2025

Our Mom’s Long Term Life Goal: Stay at home dog mom. ❤️

Short Term Life Goal: Eating her weight in pączki without gaining weight or dying. 🥰

03/03/2025

Francis told a great joke last night and wanted to share some smiles. 🤗🐾

02/27/2025

Pikuś was silly, fluffy, full of love and full of life dog. While he was not big on cuddles, he knew just the right moment in which he should run up to you, throw himself at you and cover your entire face in really slobbery kisses. He looked homeless most of the time and snored like a chainsaw. He was the Nap King of this household. He liked to pretend he was famished, never said no to treats and would have sold me for a slice of ham.

Pikuś quickly discovered that I have two hands but when petting him, I only used one. The audacity! I think he also secretly wrote complaint letters to PETA, explaining to them how I broke his treats in half.

He crossed the Rainbow Bridge two years ago, and I just know he is barking up a storm, checking grocery bags for quality, and looking for his next meal because (and I am certain of this and also because science is sound!) he hasn’t eaten in 10 minutes, and he’s probably so ravenous he can barely see. 🤣

We miss you, Pikusiu! 🐾

Today marks 731 days without this sweet boy of mine. These 731 days can be converted to one of these units:
•63,158,400 seconds
•1,052,640 minutes
•17,544 hours
•104 weeks and 3 days
•24 months
•2 years

02/12/2025

👱🏻: *sings with passion*
…Sweet dreams of rhythm and dancing
Sweet dreams of passion through the night
Sweet dreams are taking over
Sweet dreams of dancing through the night, oh…

🐶: Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!

02/05/2025

my mom’s toxic trait is telling everyone she has to rush home because I have separation anxiety. but we all know she’s the one with the separation anxiety. 😎

01/29/2025

is rabies real? or is it a vast government conspiracy aimed at
stopping our mom from cuddling raccoons?

because honestly, she’s the one with rabies. someone needs to warn the raccoons.

01/25/2025

The Queen of our mom’s heart.
Our Doña Taco, the sweetest, most gentle soul.
We are all missing you so much, Zosiu! ❤️❤️

01/25/2025

We are impatiently waiting for our best friends, Brody and Oreo, to arrive. Our momma is super excited and so are we! 🐾

Have a pawesome weekend, everyone!

01/23/2025

🐶: “Mother, I must insist that you cease whatever bathing shenanigans you are occupying yourself with, and cometh here this minute and massage my inner hammocks. OR I will be very displeased with you.”
👧🏼: “Excuse me, but I’d like some privacy. Do you mind?”
🐶: *stares with a judgmental look*

01/20/2025

👧🏼: “How about we snuggle?”
🐕: “Um, how about a no.”

01/03/2025

🐶 Mother, I have had enough of your bed changing shenanigans. Stop this instant and immediately begin massaging my Royal velvet burrito body for at least 30 minutes. Then I require my peanut butt be fondled and squeezed until I’ve had enough.

12/23/2024

When I am old(er)…

I will wear soft gray sweatshirts and a bandana over my silver hair, and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs. I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair and listen to my dogs’ breathing. I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow.

When people come to call, I will smile and nod as I show them my dogs, and talk of them and about them. The ones so beloved of the past, and the ones so beloved of today...

I will still work hard cleaning after them, mopping and feeding them and whispering their names in a soft loving way. I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment to all, who have not yet found the peace in being free to have dogs as your best friends.

These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall, and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep, to greet you as if you are a God, with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope that you will always stay.

I’ll hug their big strong necks, I’ll kiss their dear sweet heads, and whisper in their very special company.

I look in the mirror, and see I am getting older, this is the kind of person I am and have always been. Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me so please accept me for who I am. My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives, they love my presence in their lives.

When I am old this will be important to me and you will understand when you are old, if you have dogs to love too ❤️

12/20/2024

Save yourselves, raccoons. She’s coming for you.

12/17/2024

Bail money is in the shoebox in my bedroom closet 😉

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