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.
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.
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.
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!