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| Prompt: Think about the last time you cried. If those tears could talk, what would they have said? *** I cried today. Not a big, tsunami type of cry that leaves my face puffy and blotchy. Just a quiet, few tears. My husband laughed and shook his head (in a sympathetic way, not a jerk way). We have an elderly Akita (big fluffy dog for those that don't know - think Husky, but bigger). She is thirteen. She is old and stiff and definitely slowing down. She has arthritis in her joints, and it takes her longer to stand. She isn't as confident on her feet as she once was, and we've had to install a stair gate to stop her following us upstairs, because she can't come down safely on her own - her hackles come up and she's slipped a couple of times. Luckily, we were able to catch her (not a mean feat for a 50kg dog). It's sad because she has always slept in our room - overall she seems ok with it, though I have to come down to let her out in the middle of the night and occasionally just to reassure her. She has also started to regress in term of house-training; something she has always been amazing at. There are more accidents, and more near misses. She also seems more confused - going to the wrong door etc... We think she has dementia. It explains a lot of her symptoms, which are building and becoming more frequent. This led us to the topic of conversation in the car. The one that no pet owner really wants to discuss. We spoke about the practicalities of it and that it is something we may have to consider and some point, closer in the future than perhaps we would like. Location. Whether we want to kid's there to say goodbyes etc... The thought of saying goodbye is heart and gut wrenching and so induced my quiet tears - yes, they may have returned while I write this, because, well, I'm an emotional person and she is my fur-baby... I'm ok with my tears though. They are a mark of how deeply I love her, and how much I treasure every moment we have shared. They are a reminder that the day is coming when she won't be around, and to make the most of the days we have left - not to be too frustrated when she gets confused, or makes a mess, because there will be a time when I wish she would shred the pizza boxes, or hound me for scraps of ham. |
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. My cat Macavity does a great job of hounding me whenever we have turkey because I always give Pumpkin and him small pieces. But Macavity starts from the time it comes out of the oven, impatient. And I learned the hard way not to leave the turkey unattended because he will help himself.