Our Sister Phoebe

I am a HUGE dog lover. My dog is (one of) my best friends for sure :D My favorite thing about the beach is the dogs; the best television commercials use dogs; books or movies about dogs make me cry way harder than any other sob story. In my lifetime so far, I have had two dogs as pets. The first was Duncan, a mutt mix of Sheltie and Cocker Spaniel. He was a sheepdog and my earliest memories are of him herding my sister and me from one end of the house to the other. He was a medium-sized dog and had a lot of fur that shed, and smelled rather oily especially in the wintertime. He was part indoor and part outdoor dog…if it was too hot or too cold we brought him inside to sleep. One time Duncan bit me in the arm; I was playing with his tail and so I deserved it. Otherwise he was so friendly; he would open his mouth and pant and I would see him smiling. I cried so hard as a 6 year old when we had to leave him behind for 2 years while we were in Michigan; I remember sitting on the steps outside and making him sit in front of me, crying in his fur and telling him how much I loved and would miss him. And we came back for him! And he was with us another couple of years. But when we moved to a new house, it was too hard to handle and a few months later, he got some strange blood disease and was gone one day when I got home from school. Now that’s a sob story.
So a few years later we got a new dog. TaDa! Enter the new love of my life: Phoebe Byrne, white miniature poodle.

There is no way you can ignore that face or say it ain’t adorable. Her little face with those puffy bangs and soft floppy ears is just too much for me to resist. The black eyes, black nose, black mouth are so distinct against her cream fur. We say to her: oh Phoebe never forgets to put on her black lipstick every morning!

Phoebe has had her fair share of…well, medical problems. Poor thing broke her right hind leg when she was only about 12 weeks old, after jumping off my dad’s lap. It was in a cast for a good long time and when that was off, it turned out she had some hip problems. So she had hip surgery, still just a puppy. Then the eye problems began…some glaucoma and the possibility of cataracts. Her medical bills were way beyond any my sister or me have ever had. The poor poodle takes drops in her eyes multiple times a day.

She is such a joyful dog though and loves to play with her tennis balls and squeaky toys and plastic bones that she gnaws at and shapes into scary pointy dagger-like objects. No joke. She is cuddly sometimes. Just a couple months ago she finally figured out how to jump up on the couch…if there’s food to be had. She is a terrible begger, but what else is a dog to do? She likes to find the sun spots around the house and “tan” her white fur. She has other adorable mannerisms, as all dogs do, that are unique to her. My favorite is when she lays down and drops her head all the way down to the floor; she looks like two or three little piles of snow starting with her head, then her body, and her little tail.

I was away for the weekend but when I came back my parents told me that they were worried she was going blind. She went to the vet and the fears were confirmed: she has cataracts in both eyes and can barely see a thing. I cried and cried when I realized what was happening to my lover poodle. She is 7 years old and like a little old woman now. Poor thing has to sniff her way around the house and has run into chair legs and walls and tripped over shoes on the floor multiple times. It’s so hard to watch because she used to have the run of the house and now depends on us a lot more than she used to. I think it’s freaking her out a little bit, and I can tell she feels insecure about moving from place to place. It mainly takes her longer to find her usual lounging spots; she listens carefully to the sound of our voices calling her, and walks with her nose close to the ground.

Phoebe has a couple spots in the house where she likes to take naps, mostly in corners and behind chairs or under tables. We like to call these her “prayer corners” because she stays there for hours at a time with her eyes closed and her head bowed. And so even though I’ve heard that dogs can handle blindness and learn to depend on their other senses more, I am heading to my own prayer corner (or wherever) to pray that her sight will improve at least a little bit in one of her eyes. Any little bit would help; I want my sprite little dog back, playing with her toys, running up and down the stairs, etc. We named her Phoebe because Romans 16 says, "I commend to you our sister Phoebe...I ask you to receive her in the Lord in a way worthy of the saints and to give her any help she may need from you, for she has been a great help to many people, including me." I know she’s just a dog, but she has become such a part of our family, and we're going to help her, eyesight or not! She is practically our other sister. She is devastatingly cute, her personality fits our family so closely. But for all the times I got mad at her for not wanting to sit on my lap, I now just get excited every time she finds her way back to me.