Hope she gets better Elliott.
I woke up this AM to a nice giant puddle, courtesy of my oldest pup. This has been going on the past couple days, I've been getting pretty darned tired of cleaning the floor. He usually barks in the morning, and when you hear his claws clacking down the basement hallway, you better be there to meet him at the door or else he is going to have an accident, part of getting old. Recently, no barking, just gets up off his cot, does his business, and hurries back to his cot, hoping he doesn't get in trouble and that he doesn't have to go outside. I was livid this morning, with some nice curse words directed at the situation while cleaning up. When I got to his cot to get him up and out the door, I was floored by how old he's gotten. He was thumping his tail, looking up at me through his cataract covered eyes. He is a lab, and his hip dysplasia has gotten really bad. When he is standing, it looks like he is sitting because he has no strength in his hind quarters. I give him aspirin, he gets ground venison which really filled out his coat and gave him a little bit of vitality, that elicited memories of his devil may care attitude of his youth. I switched all three of my pups from Pedigree dog food to the Tractor Supply Company USA made brand, with lamb and rice. I guess what I am trying to say is, he is 13 yrs old, ancient for a lab, and I thought he was getting better. He is old and I have lost pups before, but it is never easy. He has sores on his back, and has gotten better, but I don't know if he's living through this winter. He still doesn't take any mess off anyone, and he will still try to fight the younger two to show them who's boss. Deaf and blind, he walked into the side of the house coming in the other night. If I wasn't so sad about the whole situation I would have laughed. When those big cataract filled eyes trot over to me, and nuzzle my leg, I hug him and his bag of bones body. He eats like a horse, but isn't putting on any weight. He was always a healthy pup, not fat, but husky. He would push the chair out at the kitchen table, climb up on it and look at you as if to say, where's my plate.
I'm rambling more than I usually do, please pray for my old pup Beau. He has driven me nuts and up the wall for about 13 years, but I love him dearly, no matter what names I might call him. He is still my pup and I love him dearly. It is a part of life, and I have done it before, but it certainly does not get any easier.