Well, my little old boy, who is now going on 16, is really showing his age this week. He is a Shetland Sheep Dog. Boots is the name he came with. We have had him since 2004. He is a great dog so it is difficult to see him struggle sometimes.
Yesterday I picked him up from the Doggie Daycare and the Vet Tech had to carry him out for Boots was sort of Fred Flintsone-ing it. He just could not get his feet underneath him, plus disoriented. The sweet young lady holding him seemed a bit distressed or perhaps worried.
It is cold here. He is old. Sometimes it takes Boots a long time to get his bearings let alone get his bum up off the ground to begin his geriatric stroll. Even then, that very often begins with him walking in a circle for about 5 turns until he has enough momentum to straighten himself out and head an any particular direction.
Today Boots was somewhat better however, he did not eat very much. Some days are like that. Some days he eats all his food. Some days he nibbles or eats nothing at all.
His blood work on Tuesday was within a normal range. That was good news.
But he is old. He will not live forever. So every day I look him in the eyes to see if he is ready to move on, but no, he is not. Not yet. He is simply happy to be loved, and patted, and held.
I am truly happy for each day I get to hold on to him just a little longer.