This past weekend went from “having fun” to “ACK! WHAT THE HECK?!” in a split second. Our old dog, Miss Doxie, decided to play Superman this past Saturday, and she made a flying leap from the couch to the coffee table…without ever touching the ground. I guess she decided that the doggy stairs were for losers, or that 15-16 years is long enough to be alive. All I know is that the last couple of days have sucked and I’ve been an emotional mess.
I honestly thought for a couple of minutes that Miss Doxie had killed herself. She got up from the floor, wandered about 10 steps, and then just fell over. I freaked the heck out. Then I took a deep breath and called my vet. They were closing in 20 minutes and suggested that she might either be in shock or have given herself a mini-seizure. We agreed that I should monitor her and bring her in on Monday if she wasn’t better.
Well, she was walking around with a slight limp in half an hour. Then she ate and drank and just rested. Sunday seemed about the same. But Monday afternoon, she started yelping anytime she moved and just couldn’t get comfortable. I gave her another doggy aspirin (which apparently is like poison according to my vet, and I have now thrown it away) and kenneled her yet again. She couldn’t stop whining for more than 30 minutes all of Monday night. I got no real sleep.
We ended up getting fit in for an early appointment on Tuesday, and the vet came to the conclusion that she hurt her neck. $85 later, she’s on pain meds and a muscle relaxant. We’ll see if she’s better within the next week…
When you put this on top of the constant steroid pills and eye drops that I have to do with Mr. Pug, and you get a woman that is getting exhausted with broken dogs.
I Knew It Was Coming
All of this whining doesn’t mean that I wasn’t prepared. I knew we adopted middle-aged dogs. Miss Doxie was 7 years old when we adopted her from the Houston SPCA in 2005. Mr. Pug was 6 years old when we adopted him from PugHearts in 2009. That means that they are turning 16 years old and 11 years old respectively this year. Older dog maintenance costs more than those healthy middle years. But that doesn’t take away the pain in the butt.
It’s also getting to be that time where you have to seriously consider your dog’s quality of life. I don’t think Miss Doxie is ready to check out yet, but she is getting a bit closer. She’s becoming completely blind, sometimes acts confused and just stands still randomly for a few seconds, and injuries that she would have shaken off 3 years ago are kicking her butt now. Old age sucks. I’m just keeping an eye on her to make sure I can make the tough choice when “old age” becomes “wasting away”…I rather never make a dog suffer just because I want them around longer…
How are your pets doing? Have they ever hurt themselves doing something insane?