In November 2009, Wicket followed Mr. Sandwich home from the corner store.
Five years ago today, I picked her up from the shelter.
Based on everyone’s best guess, she’s 16 or 17 now. She sleeps more and she can’t jump onto the couch from the floor anymore, but she still loves her walks and her food and her tummy rubs.
I have too many Wicket stories for one post. But this dog, who is not at all the dog we imagined or expected, is one of the best things to ever happen to us. She brings us so much love and kindness, and we are really grateful that she found Mr. Sandwich on that corner.
So here’s to Wicket. And here she is today, in all her Wicket-y glory.
Aw, she still looks bright and alert at the ripe old possible-age of 16 or 17! I hope you have many more good years to come, even if she slows down a bit more.
We hope so, too. She’s so good, she’s spoiled us for all other dogs.
Sounds like a great dog – happy homecoming anniversary to her!
My Snickelfritz just turned 13. He seems to have the doggy equivalent of a tear of his ACL and needs to be carried anywhere that, at one point, he’d leap . . . but, he’s part of the family.
Wicket can still get up to the couch if she has an intermediate step, and she does love all soft things. For instance, a towel on top of the couch is preferable to the couch.
Aw, happy anniversary to the little one!
If you said that to her face, she would happily wag her tail in appreciative reply.