Yesterday’s comic about dogs and dropped food reminds me of a pup that warmed my heart.
Wilf the Pon Discovers France, used with permission.
Wilf was a 11-year-old pup and was blind, diabetic, arthritic, and dying of cancer, but he kept soldiering on. Sometimes on a walk he would get tired, roll over on his back, and fall asleep. Angus would gently carry him back home. Wilf never complained and continued to enjoy the little pleasures in life, especially his food.
Two months before he died Angus was watching a rugby match and his team lost:
Scotland lose to Italy in the rugby. Losing is bad enough but losing to Italy!… At one moment of great emotion Angus knocks over his beer and Pringles. Wilf wakes from a deep sleep, hurtles across the floor, locates the Pringles, and then quickly swallows four of them. Faster than a speeding bullet. Angus is impressed. If only the Scottish rugby team were half as quick. Wilf has now added sour cream and onion Pringles to his list of absolute favourites. They’re right up at the top of the list alongside coconut ice cream, Jaffa Cakes and mustard.
Wilf spends the rest of his day hoping that more Pringles will fall onto the floor. He waits patiently for another miracle.
—Top of the List
Wilf may have been blind, but his hearing and sense of smell still worked just fine.
I miss Wilf too, and his inspiring attitude.
Yes, inspiring is the word for it. I’m so sorry you’re having trouble with your knee on top of everything else. Fingers crossed it heals fast.
Nice story. Thanks.
You’re welcome.
I remember Wilf. my Zeke was also a pon. the vet thought probably from a puppy mill here as he was also a rescue. he “herded” other dogs if he had the chance! especially his best friend the dachshund Papito!
natural instincts run deep.
I followed Wilf to the end and still read Angus’s blog every day.
and I sat here sobbing when the end finally came for Wilf.
Zeke died of cancer too. and in his last days found simple contentment just sitting in the sun in our front yard. the lessons to be learned from these wonderful little beings. thank you for the walk down memory lane and Wilf once again! xo
I felt more enriched than sad when Wilf finally died. I agree with KB, he was inspiring.
I also felt enriched when my mother died. I loved her deeply, and I was grateful that I could be there for her at the end.
Did Wilf ever try sour cream and mustard Pringles with added mustard? Surely he would have been beside himself with ecstacy?
I don’t think he was given that chance. 😀
Oops, sour cream and onion….