In their lifetime, they’ve had front row seats for my workaholism, my rapid physical decline, my heartache, my loss of everything including them, my ascent back to better health, my branching out to create a better life for us, and various uses of adaptive equipment along the way.
They have never missed a beat. They have adapted quickly to any change I have brought our way. And now is no different for them.
Of course, I am talking about my 12-year-old lab mix dogs.
When a cane was introduced about a decade ago, they adapted quickly—far more quickly than I did. They didn’t mind the walker, manual chair or power wheelchair. They only struggled to get close enough to me through those items. Duke became my helper dog early—on his own—and still keeps his hawk eyes on me to make sure I am ok.
Fast forward to our first official power wheelchair daily walk Saturday.
As if they had never walked with a walking dog momma, they couldn’t have been more perfect.
They paid attention to me and where I was going next and they even used the bathroom in spots that meant I didn’t even have to get up to pick it up.
They were quick on their feet when the chair would slip and slide up a curbing or over debris on the sidewalk.
I was anxious about starting us back out taking our walks from the power chair as I shared last Friday, but they eased that immediately.
I was sad we had to go backwards in mobility. They reminded me that they don’t care as long as we still get out there together to walk.
Each walk since then, I have been able to be more present with them and less unsure about this new chair.
I have the most perfect dogs in all the land. They have already taught me more about adapting to change than any human ever could in their lifetime.
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