Aging Gracefully

  

      You have heard about me in other blogs but as I am 15 years old I thought

perhaps I had better put some stuff down, you know, because I’m not getting any younger.  15 is 105 in people years after all.

     I have to say first that I am so grateful to my boy, Hunter, who picked me out at the Humane Society when I was about a year old and he was just 13. Now he has a family of his own….a  wonderful wife and 2 cats and 2 dogs. I stayed with Mom when he went to college. I was an adoption reject when they saw me alone in my kennel and the people at the shelter weren’t sure I would be a good fit as I really don’t like other dogs until I get to know them. Hunter begged and Mom gave in. Kind of a pattern of theirs! Haha. Lucky for me! Anyway, I fit right in after I got to know the other dog, Taz, who has gone over the Rainbow Bridge. Now my canine companion is Diva. She’s all right but her name is no exaggeration if I do say so myself. I’m still more a people dog, I guess.  She can be fun to play with when I have the energy.

      I have heard Mom say that I am her role model for aging and I am not sure what she means, really. To me every day I open my eyes is a great one even if I do have that cyst on my hip and a few other lumps and bumps. Inside I know I am the still same dog I was at my most sleek and slim. And of course there is that “hitch in my git along” what with stiff hips and back. Doesn’t keep me from grabbing a toy and asking for a game of tug-of-war every morning. They may not last as long but I still enjoy the heck out them. And I still enjoy my food. Can’t get enough of those treats, either. So I guess I am not as thin as I once was but a little padding is good for these old bones when you sleep as much as I do.

     Mom had a hospice vet come to the house to see me so the Doc would know me before I got to where I really needed her and she said there’s life in the old girl yet. I knew that. It’s just quieter and slower but it’s all good.

Playing tug-of-war