Everyone, teddy is sick

Everyone, Teddy Is Sick 💔🐾

This isn’t the post I wanted to write.

Teddy is sick.
Not the kind of “he ate too much grass and threw up” sick. This time, it’s serious. And even as I type this, I’m still struggling to believe it.

It started a few days ago. Teddy wasn’t himself. He didn’t sprint to the door when I grabbed the leash. He didn’t wrestle Roo like usual. He just… laid there, looking at me with those big brown eyes that always seem to say more than words ever could.

At first, I thought he was tired. Maybe just having an off day. But when he skipped dinner—his favorite chicken and rice—I knew something was wrong.

We went to the vet the next morning. The ride was quiet. Normally, Teddy has his head out the window, tongue flapping, tail wagging like he’s off to Disney World. This time, he rested his head in my lap the whole way.

The vet ran tests. Bloodwork. X-rays. More tests.
And then came the words you never want to hear:
“There’s something we need to talk about.”

I won’t go into the details here. It’s still fresh. But the diagnosis hit like a freight train. It’s not something a treat or nap can fix. It’s the kind of thing that makes you hold your dog tighter, breathe in their fur a little longer, and wish for time to slow down.

Teddy is still fighting. He’s still wagging that golden tail and giving me kisses every chance he gets. Roo knows something’s up too—she’s been extra gentle with him, curling up beside him at night and following him like a little shadow.

Our days are quieter now. We’ve traded fetch for slow walks in the backyard. Couch cuddles last longer. Treats are given with no hesitation. Every little moment feels bigger—more precious. Because it is.

And honestly, I’m heartbroken.
Teddy has been my best friend for years. He’s seen me at my worst, celebrated my highs, and somehow always knew exactly when I needed him the most. He’s not just a dog. He’s family. He’s a piece of my soul wrapped in golden fur.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve ever laughed at one of our videos, smiled at Teddy’s silly antics, or felt connected to our little world… I ask you for one thing:

Send Teddy love.
In your thoughts, in your heart, in whatever way you believe energy and kindness move through the world.

Because he deserves it.
Every bit of it.

And as we face this uncertain road ahead, we’re holding onto hope, to love, and to each other.

Thank you for being part of Teddy’s journey.

We’ll keep fighting—one tail wag, one cuddle, one good day at a time.