I mentioned a little while ago that Maggie was now 12.
Taking into account that’s 84 in doggie years, bless her she’s getting on a bit.
This picture was taken shortly after we moved into the cottage, where she’d made herself comfy in the (new) armchair close to the radiator. We gave up trying to keep her off the furniture and ended up having throwovers.
Her coat has always been glossy, even now, but around her muzzle and eyes more grey is appearing reflecting her age.
For somewhere to go today, we went to the park behind the hospital so that she could be let off lead and have a run if she wanted to.
And she did!
After doing the business, she saw a couple of seagulls on the green and checking behind her as if asking our permission, was off like a shot.
It was lovely to see her in hot pursuit, but like us all, she’s hasn’t got the speed or stamina now, so it was pretty short-lived. She did have another go, this time after the crows, but they too were soon out of reach, so she came back to us.
She’s paying for it now though.
One of her back legs has stiffened up having overstretched herself for the chase, so we are sitting here quietly having given her some muscle relaxant medication we sometimes use sparingly on such occasions.
She had no interest in going out for her penultimate wee at 7pm this evening, so we are letting her sleep until 9 – 10 ish when she will want to go out last thing as normal.
Tonight no doubt she will snuggle in to me to keep warm, as she too benefits from my power surges in the small hours! It’s going to be cold again with minus temperatures, so I shall be quite content to keep my Loves warm.
Another picture from the cottage.