ten years with Tasha

Yesterday was All Saints’ Day, and this year is one of those rare years when All Saints’ Day falls on a Sunday. November 1st is also the day we brought Tasha home from the shelter. It’s hard to believe that was ten years ago. Really. It was 1 November 2005 that Tasha officially became part of our family. The vet said at the time that she was about a year and a half old, so, as I have reported to you here before, we designated May 1st as her birthday, since that was my late, beloved Grandma Monaghan’s birthday.

That means Tasha is now 11 ½ years old. Terry and I are so delighted that she is well, healthy, and happy. She has a lot of energy, and has not slowed down a bit since we brought her home. As you’re aware, we have moved from a two-story house to a one-story and she takes advantage of that by galloping at full speed through the great room. The only medical issue she has is an underactive thyroid which is controlled by medication.

The one thing that perhaps has changed is that she has less patience than she once did. If it is time for her walk or her food she is more vocal in letting us know about it. She’s still very committed to her routine. And I am still responsible for dinner whether I am cooking or not. She shadows me when she thinks I should be starting dinner, and if Terry is cooking she’s right there with me when she thinks it’s getting close to time for eat.

We’re so delighted that she is doing so well after all these years.