Our dog, Bela, is 12 now--what's that, 84 in dog years?
He's on some new pain meds that have helped a lot, but his joints are, like my knees, problematic.
He hesitates to go up steps without help. Jumping on the bed is an issue.
I tend to stay downstairs or upstairs longer than I would normally just so he doesn't have to navigate the steep steps in our 1850 house.
Jumping in the car or Bern's truck is tricky--as is jumping out. He slips on our hardwood floors downstairs.
He eats like a champ and sleeps well, but his body just isn't what it used to be and he is coward-ed by things like he's never been.
He's so much a part of our lives--bad, bad dog that he is--that watching him breaks my heart.
Getting old isn't a bed of roses, that's for sure.
Lordy, lordy, Bela, it's so hard to see you like this....
- Why put those two at the same table?
- memory (and reality) not all it's cracked up to be...
- photos--black and white
- Saturday Baptism revisited
- Saturday Baptism
- Happy Father's Day (to me)
- So I play on-line games
- Brooklyn and back
- going to Brooklyn
- ok, F--- Facebook!
- Faith as a possibility....
- me too...
- He's getting old
- Dear Lord, help me be calm....
- How Great Is This?
- 2017--that's it....
- Bern's owls
- Letter to my granddaughters
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