It’s official. My little black cocker spaniel has been called a very old dog by his vet.
My Max turns 15 this month. He went to the vet for his shots (he needs his dip-tet – from Raising Arizona) and for him to be shaved in certain areas.
He barely hears. I have to speak very loudly to him. His sight is not the best. When he drops part of a treat I often have to pick it up and give it to him because he can’t find it. And I guess that means that his nose isn’t as keen as it once was.
His appetite has diminished. It is hard to find something he is interested in eating. The vet says give him whatever he will eat, dog food wise. He currently is eating a grain free lamb and rice dry and lamb and rice canned food. He seems to like it. Since he is getting more canned food than dry I am to mix two teaspoons of plain yogurt and two tablespoons of low fat cottage cheese to his food and hopefully that will even out some potty problems.
His back legs will give out when he is sitting up or standing up. I am to give him a baby aspirin in the morning and at night. Because of his advanced age the vet does not want to give him a prescription anti-inflammatory.
Now that it is cooler we can go out more without the risk of over-heating. He shouldn’t get over excited because of his enlarged heart. If there is excessive panting I am to bring him right back to the vet.
He is still the same loving dog he has always been. Everyone who meets him just goes on and on about what a good dog he is. And I agree.
He has been with me through a lot, has gotten me through a lot, and now it is my turn to make sure to do the best for him.
“Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog.” — Sydney Jeanne Seward
I feel so blessed to have him. And maybe tonight as we spoon on the bed (he has to sleep that way unless it is very hot) I will hold him just a bit tighter.
I will hold him to my heart and never let go.