Sounds so serene, tranquil.
For some, that’s what those last years seem to be, a gentle setting of the sun. Soft shadows illuminated by fingers of watercolor light. For some.
For the rest these years often involve pain and indignities, menacing shapes refracting through cataract eyes, and confusion.
Not so different for our pets.
I spent this morning at the vet’s office with Big Senile Dog. My poor beast is not watching a gentle sun. He’s been miserable, lost more weight over the past couple of weeks, his crying went from the early morning wake up call to protracted through the morning ablution, to holy shit when will he stop? He cries, he paces, lays down and snores for a while and then starts again. He’s miserable, I’m miserable, we’re all miserable.
I actually asked the vet for a mild sedative for him, at least until we can establish if there’s something specific causing this latest decline, and the best course of action. Yes, I already tried the plug in pheromones, the Bach’s Rescue Remedy, etc. I don’t know if this is “it” or not. This dog has a strong spirit, twice before we’ve thought this is it, but he’s recovered. Maybe a little more worn out, but recovered.