Meet Sweet Orbit

I still have my story to tell , it is about those very strange few days when my sweet Orbit was almost lost to me...


I wanted to also get a picture up of sweet Orbit because he is doing so well. He is starting to play with Pinkster (the sweet Pink Pinkerton) and doing all the things he was able to do before he became so injured.

But imagine this when you look at his picture......Orbit could NOT move, he was completely paralyzed, totally incapacitated and it was all my fault.

It all started the day I decided that we would go on a family hike to a place where I had never been before....which ended up to be a mountain that was pretty much a straight up push for all of us.

Orbit is no spring chicken, being nine and a half years old and on top of it, like the rest of us, he was carrying around some extra baggage, lets just say about twelve extra pounds.

So needless to say that after starting our uphill journey Orbit became very tired. I noticed his walking had started to change, it was obvious that his hind legs had become very weak and it looked as if he was having a hard time holding up his hips.

I cut short the hike, but the damage had been done. About three days later he started having very bad back pain, and by the seventh day, he was down for the count.

He eventually lost use of all four legs, bladder control, and could barley move.

So when looking at sweet Orbit's picture, imagine me HAULING him outside to go potty on a regular basis....I had to keep doing it because it is really bad for a dog as big as Orbit who weighed in at 120 lbs to not make #2...if ya know what I mean.

Not only was I single handedly taking him out to potty, I was regularly changing his pillows because he would pee on them since he could not move. I was washing pillows none stop for seven days.

I was also feeding him and giving him his water whenever necessary.....I can easily say that my home for that short period of time was a regular Dog Hospice!

In retrospect there can be no wonder as to why this very turbulent time actually brought the two of us closer, because it was the both of us, just me and him, fighting off that ominous and impending doom that was so obviously lurking while waiting for just the right time.....

As the those days slowly came to pass, there seemed give rise to something unsaid between us, it felt as if we had made a mutual pact. There was now a shared agreement; We were fighting this thing together and we were in it for the long haul.

As I watched for seven days I observed my Sweet Orbit's continual struggle with his impending death. I could see he was fighting for his life...and I could see he was not at all ready to let go and leave me.

Because we were together and we were standing strong it eventually gave him the necessary strength to say "NO WAY" to that dark and oppressive day when death came calling.

I truly believe that it was on this day in which Orbit made the conscious decision he was NOT ready leave us. For Orbit... under no uncertain terms and conditions was he going to leave his home sweet home or his best friend Pink Pinkerton.

So my sweet Orbit fought back, O so hard; And on this day when death did come calling he said; "Go away and come another time" and I know when he did this....he did it for me.