Old age is catching up with us all.

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.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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19 Responses to Old age is catching up with us all.

  1. Ritu says:

    Aw poor Maggie. She’s lucky to have you both xxx

  2. Poor sweet Maggie. *hugs*

  3. Tony Burgess says:

    It hurts more when dogs are sick. I hope she feels better soon.

    • Hi Tony, thanks. She is much better today after a good nights sleep. We’ll keep her nice and quiet (well as much as she’ll let us) over the weekend and let her set the pace.

  4. Maggie is such a dear – who could not do anything to keep her comfortable and happy. She more than earns her keep

  5. foguth says:

    I’m sorry to hear she isn’t feeling well. Saphera has similar issues … she’s only 8 or 9 (was a found dog, so we aren’t positive of her age), but she’s a larger dog and they have a shorter life expectancy. …she is also overweight due to her love of eating and Purrseidon getting treats down for her…. extra pounds don’t help as we get older … like you, I’m trying to take this to heart and drop a few pounds.

    • Maggie’s much better today, which is a relief. A good nights sleep always help, even when induced by medication. She scoffed her scrambled egg this morning so her appetite is OK. Hopefully I can get her to eat some of her dried food later.
      Maggie has always been sleek like her Mum, one of these dogs that only eats what she wants, rather than clear the bowl, even if we have another dog in the house. Her weight has always been good, between 14 and a half and fifteen kilos which is perfect for her size.

  6. I can see she is a lovely dog, who is lucky to have such caring owners. I hope the medication works for all your sakes!

    • Hi Peter. She’s much better today, her movements more fluid and the business bordering on ‘the right colour’. She brought her baby (stuffed rabbit) to bed last night, tucked herself behind my knees, and slept until 6am. We’re having a quiet weekend and just letting her do thing at her own pace. It usually works. She’s zonked on her cushion between us at the moment, and no doubt will be snoring shortly, bless her. 🙂

  7. joyroses13 says:

    Maggie looks so dear! Bless her heart and yours for taking such good care of her as she ages. We had a dog named Maggie and she was a sweetheart, a good name! 🙂

    • Maggie got hers by being a People Magnet. When she was a pup, she lived in Hubby’s coat as we took her everywhere to get her used to city life having been born on a farm. He couldn’t go ten paces without someone stopping him with ‘Ooooooh! You’ve got a puppy!’ fuss fuss fuss. She’s a good dog, bless her.

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