Doxie is very old, and had a pretty hard life at times. Run over, coyote attacks, snake bites, went paralyzed for a while. He always ‘Endevoured To Persevere’.
Yesterday, he was up at 5am, cryin’ and wanting out. Alright, Old Buddy, I’m coming…
All day long, he was kinda lethargic and wobbly, pretty much just sleeping in a box. Good thing for a Senior Citizen to do.
Later that afternoon, at Jeep Time, he barely got out of the box to come outside. While out in the desert, he just circled around my feet and barely ate any ice cubes, which he is normally all about. No hunting, no digging. Sat forlornly in the back on the way home, looking defeated.
At bedtime, he was in another dog’s box, looking like he was going to wake up dead the next morning. He was really acting like this was The End. Dixie snuggled up with him to keep each other company and warm. I gave him some lovies and tried to make him a little more comfortable and tucked him in with a stinky blanket. I woke up and figured I’d be digging a hole, and decided where it was going to be. I already have a suitable rock for a headstone. I was not looking forward to this morning…
Not a peep from anybody, clear up to 8am. I go back to the dog room…
He comes out of the box, all wiggly and wagging, doing his best Dog Smile, ready to go outside for Dog Business. Typical breakfast-time dancing and excitement. Like yesterday never happened. He soldiers on… I know the day is coming, just glad it wasn’t today.