What’s that saying…old age is not for sissies? We seem to be falling apart here, and working to restore balance amongst us older members of the household.

Butterscotch gets older by the week, and her arthritis more challenging. Taking her out for a walk on slippery snow just isn’t an option right now, and lack of exercise probably makes things harder for her. Watching her walk down stairs these days makes me nervous every single time. I even got out a sling today…a little support can’t hurt.

Butterscotch sleeping

Paris is limping, and an 80 lb dog limping is a sad sight. It started over the weekend, and was so light that we thought we were seeing things. We weren’t. He has a vet appointment first thing in the morning. He’s no youngster either at 12 or 13 years old…hope it isn’t serious.

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And I’ve got a rotator cuff injury…not a tear, thankfully, but enough to be a real nuisance in the range of motion and lifting areas. (I have come to truly detest the 42 lb bags of cat litter many clients use. Who thought a 42 lb bag of litter was a good idea?) Being a very good girl and doing everything they tell me to do in physical therapy.

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Me and Butterscotch (both a bit younger!)

Phyllis Diller had it right about aging: “Maybe it’s true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.”  Fifty for us two-legged folks, and more like 11 or 12 for the doggies. But hey, we’re still kicking and not planning an exit anytime soon. Still, it would be nice if our bodies felt as young as our minds and hearts!

15 thoughts on “Falling Apart

  1. I hope the pups are feeling a but better soon..it is so hard to watch our pensioner pups..we have the same,,,slower to rise..a bit dazed when they wake..much like myself only they are still cute and I am just older! hugs to you all and good luck with Paris’s visit Loves Fozziemum xx

  2. I have a fur sister of 13 she is real slow and then momwithoutpaws adopted me another fursister who is a senior fur baby she is 10 she is lumpy and her legs are always falling out from under her. We are glad we do not have stairs we have everything level and she still has problems but at least she gets hugs and walks here instead of spending her last days in a shelter. She was there 2 years because her parents did not want her.

  3. Hmmm…I bet the physical therapist told you not to lift 42 lb bags. Just guessing. Keep me posted on the fur kids. Hugs to all.

    1. I may start making it a requirement that folks NOT have 42 lb bags of cat litter – that stupid brand/package is so popular. Ridiculous. And Paris is good. Doggie version of sprained ankle, so two weeks of Carprofen, and he has to be a couch potato for a couple weeks. No hour-long walks with Dad each morning for a bit, but he should be fine. Ms. B. however, is just plain getting older – 14 now and she has the Cushings, but she’s hanging in there still!

  4. I know, I know. This weather has my old cat Jake sleeping and mopey. He wants to go out but he always wants me to heat the great outdoors before he goes. So sad to see him lumber around. I suspect he has some arthritis and it’s not so good right now. Keep us posted on Paris. Hugs all around.

    1. Paris is okay. The doggie equivalent of a sprained ankle, so he has some meds and gets to be a couch potato, which probably won’t bother him a bit. I had to laugh at warming the great outdoors! Hiro, our indoor/outdoor cat goes out and comes back pretty soon looking truly offended that it is so cold and wet, as if it is my fault!

  5. So true — something about that 50 mark which is drawing much closer for me, and I notice the crackle of the knee on the stairs, or the need to be more careful when picking up running again after some time off, or that shoulder that pulls when the puppy yanks on the leash … sheesh! And oh those senior four-legged family members, so hard to see them struggle with aging, yet they do remind us of the joys of living in the moment despite our ragged edges!

    1. P.S. The Solvit lifting harness is what our old girl (an 80 pound lab mix, but probably 65-70 pounds at the end) lived in for her last months of life, so we could help her up and down the stairs, or help pop her up when her hind end couldn’t quite support her. She found it comfortable and it was helpful to not have to put it on and off every time she needed assistance.

    2. They are, indeed, a blessing. and luckily for Paris, it is just the doggie equivalent of a sprained ankle. He gets to be a couch potato for a couple weeks, along with anti-inflammatory meds, and hopefully good to go after that!

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