Maggie will be 13 in January. In Doggy years that will make her 91.
Photo on the beach this week.
Always active and ready to chase gulls, crows, squirrels, pigeons and lift pheasant or partridge alike, these days she is slowing down, and the colder damp weather is playing havoc with her joints.
We already know she has arthritis in her back legs, and have the metacam (an anti inflammatory medication) on hand to administer periodically to help relieve the stiffness and pain. We only give her a miniscule amount as a full dose on an extended basis could have adverse affects.
Both of us are experiencing twinges, cramp and pain in our knees, hands and legs, so we are extremely sympathetic.
Not so long ago, she fell off the bed and missed in the dark when trying to get back on it.
She landed heavily on her shoulder, and we took her to the vet the following morning just to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself.
The vet checked her over and said she seemed OK, everything was moving as it should, and she was probably bruised.
We took things easy, letting her set the pace on our walks and it settled down.
However, with the change in weather, she’s been favouring her shoulder, even more so yesterday, so we gave her a small dose of metacam and wrapped a hot water bottle in her blanket to give her some relief. She slept solid for two and a half hours, and we didn’t force the issue when it was approaching the time for her final wee and bedtime.
As soon as that was done, we all retired.