Back in 2012, I had a Pomeranian who was 13 years old and starting to slow down – was sleeping more, wasn’t playing as much and was starting to have difficulty going up and down stairs. Since I was so attached to Mickey, my husband thought that it would be better if we got another dog as a companion to Mickey and also thought it might help me if something were to happen to Mickey.
On July 29, 2012, we made a trip to Northern Virginia and came home with Waldo (#18647) who we called Wally. We had gotten an extension for the trial period because even though he was lying in my arms sleeping while walking around the store, he would try to bite my husband whenever he held him. He must have just been scared because by the time we got home to Culpeper, he was perfectly fine with being handled by my husband.
Two years later, we had to have the rest of his teeth extracted as they were causing him pain and possibly the reason that he would snap at my husband. I realized that he didn’t want anyone to mess with his face and since he had cataracts real bad, you had to be slow when you approached him. By then his hind legs had also gotten so bad that his vet told us not to let him go up and down the steps so little Wally got carried all the time! I don’t think he minded at all! He seemed to bond with the Pomeranian. Although they didn’t play that much, I think they enjoyed just being together. Many times when I would get up in the mornings, Mickey would be sleeping on the floor beside Wally’s bed instead of his own bed while Wally was in his bed covered up in a blanket.
As often happens when another dog is present, Mickey seemed to perk up. We had many years together. Our Mickey just crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge last October at the age of 19! But just a few minutes before he actually died, Wally got out of his bed, went over to Mickey’s bed, sniffed him and then went back to his bed and got under his blanket. It was almost like he was saying good-bye. For a couple of days, he seemed to wander around looking for Mickey. A few days later, he seemed to be sleeping most of the time. Then he started peeing in his bed. Usually he would bark when he had to go out but he was peeing in his bed and then barking. Then he got where he wouldn’t eat unless I hand fed him. Finally, he wouldn’t even try to eat or drink but he started pooping in his bed. I would clean him up and a little while later, he had pooped again. I was cleaning him for the third time and drying him off and he died in my arms on November 19th, exactly one month after Mickey had died.
I don’t know what went on with him prior to us adopting him but I just wanted you to know that he was very much loved the last six years of his life – not only by us but by the grandkids also. When the youngest was a baby and was sitting in the floor in his car seat, Wally went over to him, sniffed him and sat down by his car seat like he was protecting him. I had always been very careful when the grandchildren were around but Wally never showed any signs of agressiveness towards of the children even though he had with my husband.
Wally is very much missed!