While we love having your reading eyes here, one of our authors, J.R. (Randy) Hardin has recently started a new blog and is putting a lot of time, creativity, and entertaining personal history into his posts. For today’s guest appearance, we’d like to point you toward his new blog. You can follow Randy at kokoandkudzu.com and preview one of his posts below. Randy is the author of The Kudzu Monster Trilogy, The Adventures of Little Dog Koko (based on one of his dogs and also the topic of the post below), and on October 9th, BQB is proud to release his third book called The Further Adventures of Koko and Moochee. We think you’ll enjoy learning more about Randy and the characters in his books!
Koko is up in years and his adventures are much tamer, but his spirit is still very strong. Several months ago Koko suffered with terrible back pains. The vet told me his back legs may become paralyzed. He gave me some medicine to ease Koko’s pain. Koko recovered and hasn’t had any more pain or trouble. I don’t think it was the medicine that made him better. I think it was his determination to keep going, coupled with my prayers and the prayers of others.
A couple of months ago Koko had a stroke and could barely function. He walked around in tight circles and didn’t seem to know where he was. He slept most of the time and had to be guided to his food. The veterinary specialist at the animal hospital thought Koko probably had a brain tumor. He said that, given Koko’s age and the fact that he is diabetic, there was nothing they could do for him. A few days later Koko was fine.
Today at nearly sixteen years in human life or eighty years in dog life, he was so full of energy that he couldn’t contain himself. He raced past me this morning, spun around and raced past me again. When it was time to give him his insulin shot, I had to wait until he stopped break-dancing on the bed. Koko reminded me of a verse from a poem by Lewis Carroll that my father used to recite.
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“and your hair has become very white,
and yet you incessantly stand on your head–
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
I think Koko is full of life after having a near-death experience or maybe he just felt good today. I told him he wasn’t a puppy anymore. He just looked up at me and scampered away. It fills me with joy to see him so happy and active at his age. But I know some day he’ll leave me and cross that rainbow bridge into doggy heaven. Koko will be a young dog then with two good eyes and will play doggy games with the other dogs that are there.
I’m told there is another bridge that is pearl white that leads into heaven. Koko will race across that bridge into the arms of my wife Bobbie, who he knows as Momma.