On the morning of October 18 seventeen years ago, my son, Wriggly, was born under the armoire in my Mom's room.
He had 5 litter mates. I guess Wriggly is the only one who is still alive.
We gave away the rest except for another one, Kuya Silver, but he passed away when he was 15.
Wriggly is even older than my nieces and nephew!
What is his longevity secret?
He was blessed with a bottle of holy water by a priest during one of Bel -Air 3's masses for the pets.
I have been feeding him generic dog food from True Value.
I do not give him table food. When he was younger, I used to give him bread as a treat.
He does not like doggy treats. Maybe it is a blessing that he does not like them because I've been reading that a lot of those treats were being recalled for one reason or another.
He does not go for walks. I have always been afraid he might catch a virus from other animals.
I talk to Wriggly like a human being. I do not call him a dog but a person.
During his younger years, he loved going up on the dining chair to steal food.
Or up the dining table.
Or tried until he succeeded in pilfering a piece or two.
If you leave your bag on HIS couch, yes he owns that couch, he will check what is in your purse. He loves stealing lip balms and lipsticks. Of course if there is food inside, kiss it goodbye.
He is my baking assistant. "Wriggly, can you please check if the cookies are done already?"
He has a few friends....
Lizzie, my rescue dog...
Odie, my nephew's dog...
And a pet dog doll.
As the years gone by, he started showing signs of old age. His coat started to turn gray.
The cataract in his eyes has gotten worse. He is totally blind now.
Almost everyday people here at home would ask if Wriggly is dead already.
How cruel but Wriggly showed them all. He is still up and about. He still has a full appetite and does his business in the yard. He would bark if it is his time to eat already and there is no food yet.
Some "well meaning" friends would suggest I put him down. I asked the vet if I should but she said there is no reason why.
He is just blind and old but there is nothing wrong with him.
We are already in his his twilight years. I already told him a few months ago that if he feels like leaving me, I am ready.
That is just lip service. I'm not yet ready. I will never be ready.
I know that I just have a few more weeks? months? with him. I am a realist.
I am just so glad that Wriggly made it up to this point despite the fact that everybody was just waiting for him to drop dead.
It is a miracle that he was able to beat all odds.
Happy 17th birthday, my darling baby boy.
Thank you for bringing so much joy in my life.
This is such an emotional post for me I can't stop crying.