Poor Maggie was sick first thing this morning.
Luckily for me I recognised the signs and was able to get her downstairs and outside beforehand.
We think it was because she found some mashed potatoes put out for the birds and helped herself rather than eat her own dried food.
We know her stomach can’t handle anything too fancy which is why we have restricted the treats and titbits we give her now. MSM is however a soft touch, and we have seen her sneaking Maggie little pieces of toast, and a bit of liver the other day.
After this morning’s upset, MSM is feeling a little guilty and has promised not to feed her.
This morning, we had scrambled eggs for breakfast, and I did extra so that Maggie could have some too. It’s always settled her tummy, and when she was a pup, we gave her one every morning because it helped with any travel sickness as we were on the road a lot.
For years, the ding of the microwave would see her come and present herself in the kitchen expecting to be fed.
Bless her, she’s showing her age in more ways than one, and there is a lot more gray around her eyes, snout and more recently in her back feathers and tail. At twelve and a half, she is 84 pushing 90 in doggie years afterall.
She is also getting stiffer in her joints, and the change in the weather today probably hasn’t helped much. It’s raining now and has been quite chilly, but we have been out for two walks for her to perform her business.
But as all pet owners know, you get to be a bit of a connoisseur on animal motions, and Maggie’s did not look right today.
It could be because of what she scrounged yesterday.
Or it could be too many charcoal dog biscuits.
Or too much fat, or a combination of a lot of things.
By the afternoon and her third poo, it had started to revert back to what I’d expect, but I am still cautious and both of us are concerned.
Tonight I cooked sweet and sour chicken with rice, and gave her some of the chicken before I added anything else and a couple of spoonfuls of boiled rice. Like the scrambled egg this morning, she has polished off the lot, and had a good long drink, so she is eating and drinking OK which I always take as a good sign.
We have kept her pretty quiet today, a short ride in the car when we went to the bank, and just those two walks so far. Other than that, we have let her sleep.
She has always wanted to please, and will go out when we are ready to take her, or worry us if she is desperate ‘to go’. On a few occasions these past few months though, she has not wanted to go for her final wee, and thus was the case tonight.
As it turned out, it started to rain profusely and both of us would’ve got soaked, but there’s more to it than that.
We think she’s in pain, so I have given her a half dose of metacam to help ease her joints and relax her. We know she has arthritis, and the medication has always helped.
When this spell of rain ends in an hour or so, we will take her out so that she can have her final wee and we can all retire to bed.
If one of us has to get up to her in the night, so be it.
All pictures in this post taken at various times over the past three years on the boat.