…I am feeling sad. My dog, Caribou, is quite ill right now. She is almost 11 years old (February 15 is her birthday), and has been my constant companion since I brought her home in 1998 at 7 weeks old. Caribou is struggling with pain right now, and although the medications we started yesterday seem to be helping, she is not herself. Her diagnosis is uncertain because I have decided to not do any invasive tests right now – I am hoping for the best. Your good thoughts and prayers would be much appreciated over the next few days while I struggle to decide how best to help my girl.
Most people who visit this blog probably have no idea why I picked such a strange name for a book blog. Well, Caribou is a special dog and so I wanted to share her with all of you. She is a certified Search and Rescue dog in 3 disciplines (air scent, water cadaver and land cadaver) and has been my partner on searches all over the state until she retired a few years ago due to arthritis. She also introduced me to my husband, Kip – I guess she knew I needed him! She is intuitive, loyal and has given me much more than I could ever give her.
On another note, several of you have recognized my blog with awards in the last few days – so I want to collectively thank you for that honor. I truly appreciate all of the many awards, and all of your comments (which I promise to respond to when I can concentrate).