12/18/2021
Here I am sitting and staring at my old man. Nothing on my mind other than watching him. I live with my cleft palate but I manage to survive and have for more than 5 years. Pops was told to let me die soon after I was born as I could not suck from my mother (Ginger). Instead Nana and Papa tube fed me with a mixture of goats milk, egg, Karo syrup and Dyne. Three to four times a day for more than 7 months. One day I gave food a try and I was able to eat, much to the delight of them as well as myself. I also learned how to drink. I have to stick my face into the water, raise my head up and let water go into my mouth. It takes me a long time to quench my thirst but it works. I leave a mess and I always spend a lot of time blowing my nose to free it from water that entered.
I can’t bark like my siblings but I can whine especially if I want my lap time with the old man. All I have to do is give him this look that you see and I am raised to sit with him. I come up and tap his face when I need to go potty. I also tap his foot and run to the dishes, it’s to make him aware that my food and or water dishes are empty.
I weigh a little over 3 pounds. My brother Harvey and sister DeeOhGee weigh 4. Somehow they know I’m special. They don’t try to take my treats that take me a lot of time to eat. They don’t play rough with me and during the rare times that I want to play they let me have my way.
With all that said, my life matters and I am grateful.
