A Failing Heart Creates A Broken Heart

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The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

~~ Blaise Pascal, French Mathematician, Physicist, Inventor, Writer, and Christian Philosopher, 1623 - 1662

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It is not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.

~~ Epictetus, Greek Sage and Stoic Philosopher, born a slave, AD 55 – AD 135

What the...? Who are you? And why is this photo askew?

So the Kung Fu Bunnies sent a witch to take my color. Very interesting. It must have been because of that bunny leg.

Suka remembering last month...Hello! What have we here? *drool...yum.

GIVE ME BACK MY COLOR!!!!

Did it work? I am afraid to open my eyes.

Oh my dawg. It worked! Look at all the lovely colors! Ha! I defeated you witch! Now please go and take your creatures with you.

Now, about those Kung Fu Bunnies...

~~ MOMENT OF BEAUTY ~~

Paolo Morando Cavazzola, Saint Roch, circa 1518 (National Gallery, London, England) [Note: St. Roch is the Patron Saint of Dogs, the Plague, Pestilence, and more.]

Bartolomé Esteban Murillo, Saint John of God {Aiding the Lame with the Archangel Raphael}, circa 1672 (Museo Municipal de l’Almodi, Xátiva, Spain) [St. John of God is the Patron Saint of Heart Patients, the Sick, and more; Archangel Raphael is the Patron Saint of Bodily Ills, Sick People, and more.]

Back to me....

If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.

~~ Winnie The Pooh

I am sure you are wondering about the title of this post. Well, here is the poop scoop.

I saw the Vet on Friday. I have heart disease. He said it is incurable and that it will only get worse. We don't know how much time I have left. The Vet said anywhere from a few weeks to a few years.

It makes me very sad. So sad that I did not even care that I got rained on, hence my disheveled look.

I won't let my sadness take over. It is almost Winter which means I can look forward to snow. Lots of snow (paws crossed!). Nothing makes me happier than romping in snow.

Truth be told, I don't have much energy anymore, and I cough and hack a lot. I am still eating, but hardly anything. I have lost a lot of weight.

My failing heart has broken K's heart. I woofed to her not to worry. We both believe in miracles, they happen all the time. Perhaps a miracle will happen to me.

Having this disease feels like I am in a prison, and I don't like that. I miss my walks and my runs and playing and just having fun. Porgy is very angry. He already suffered through the death of one dog and he is not ready to let me go so easily. I think stupid Mr. Heart Disease better watch out for Porgy.

We estimate that I am only about 10 years old, so we feel that is much too young for me to have a death sentence. I have a lot of life left to live and I am not ready to leave. But, if God needs another Angel Dog by His side, I will gladly fulfill my duty. I just hope He is not ready for me yet. I still have my Bucket List to get through. And those Kung Fu Bunnies to deal with. I'm just sayin'...