My best friend, Jack (he's the good looking fella in the picture to your left), is having his 15th birthday next week. The veterinarian tells me that's the equivalent of a 90 year old human. Really put it into perspective. Every day I see a little less of the rambunctious Scottie pup that used to run full speed through the house for no know reason and terrorize every squirrel that ventured into his domain.
Now, he spends most of his time sleeping, either in front of the glass storm door or in his favorite chair, my wife's leather recliner that he claimed as his own many years ago. Only nowadays, he has great difficultly jumping up in it. Every effort I've made to give him some sort of steps or platform to help him get up there has been met with him going around it or trying to jump over it.
He is I would say 95% deaf...only hears the loudest or highest pitch noise. I get his attention either with a hand clap or what I call, "pooch pooch"...a sort of sucking kissing sound. He follows me everywhere I go in the house but insists on getting in front, and then walking as sloooow as he can and stopping to look back to make sure I'm still back there. Although, he has cataracts and the doc says he probably isn't seeing too well, he can still catch a treat most of the time...so that ain't too bad.
I tried taking him fishing with me a couple of times but he was no fan of the boat. He was okay until the big motor fired up and then he was heading to the exit door.
Back in the summer of 2017 we had a scare that he may have liver cancer but it turned out to be gall bladder stones that were throwing his liver enzymes test off the chart. I've had him on three different medications for that since then. It hasn't got any better but no worse either. If he were younger, we would have had the gall bladder removed.
Right now, I'm trying to think of ways to make his life a little more comfortable. I'm trying to decide what to do about grooming. I have always had him groomed about every six weeks but lately it seems like it really tires him out. I just feel it's getting too stressful for a dog his age. I could get away with bathing him myself but he is way too hardheaded to stand still for me to brush him out. I don't mind letting him go shaggy, I just don't want him to get matted.
Although, he seems to be aging rapidly, he still is eating, reluctantly in the morning but chows down for the evening meal, I worry about him constantly...I feel like I'm on a daily death watch. Every morning and even sometimes through out the night and as soon as I get home from work...I'm constantly checking on him. I told his vet that I wasn't sure if I didn't need a psychiatrist more than I needed a veterinarian. She said that when they get to this age, they don't usually die suddenly, they more likely go into a slow decline to where it gets down to having to make a quality of life decision. Puts a tear in eye to even consider it.
As I age and think back on Jack's fleeting life with me, it gives me a little better appreciation of life and just how fast it all happens when all you're paying attention to just getting through to the next day. It make one think about how precious each day is and that you only get a few chances to tell the people...and dogs you love just how much you do love them.
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