July 2006 - June 2015
Wilma the Wonder Dog had a very wonderful life. In fact, we joke that she lived better than 90% of the world's population. She was pampered, loved, adored. She went for regular car rides; slept in a king size bed that she incidentally allowed us to sleep in, too; had two little brothers (OK - bigger younger brothers); and tons of fans thanks to her debut on the blog.
You might remember that we got Wilma from a dog breeder... whom we're pretty certain was a puppy mill masquerading as a family breeder. She came with so many serious health problems that you wouldn't normally see in a reputable breeder. But the fabulous Dr. Chuck Noonan told us "Don't worry about where she came from. Let's just get her better." And together we did. She had kennel cough and pneumonia and worms right off the bat. I slept with her wrapped on my chest on the bathroom floor with the steam shower going that first week to get her lungs in good shape. We loved her. She loved us. She was a licker. Anyone who came to the house was in danger of having their tonsils licked. Her tongue was legendary. She loved to cuddle. She thought she was a human. She hated not being the center of attention. She loved the knitting group - as long as she had a doggy bed in the middle of everyone. She loved when Boy Scouts came to visit. She didn't really acknowledge other dogs - she was a human, afterall. But most of all, she loved her family and we loved her.
Here's Wilma's very first picture on Major Knitter. She immediately stole the show.
You've all watched her adventures through her Wilma on Wednesday posts. In fact, you can go back and check them out HERE. Grab a box of Kleenex. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Last night Wilma was featured in her final post. I was in San Francisco and was very worried I wouldn't get home in time. Thankfully, I was able to catch the very last seat on the redeye and got home this morning. I drove straight from the airport to the emergency veterinary hospital. I had called in advance and made some recommendations regarding getting in touch with Wilma's cardiologist. I got to see Wilma and be with her this morning. She was in bad shape and not responding to the medicines they were using - not even the super duper one that usually helps the heart go into overdrive when the regular arrhythmia medicines don't work. Wilma was simply not doing well and she was alone and scared. She was so happy to see me and I got to be with her and love her and hug her this morning.