Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So many days I've been comforted by my dog Louis. Last summer when I could hardly move, he would gently nuzzle his head under my arm assisting me to get up. If I was moaning, he would get my husband's attention. When I started walking again, he would slow his pace or sit down until I was able to go more. So patient, kind and understanding.
Last night he went out for a walk with my husband then he just laid down and refused to get up. I got a call to come pick them up. When I arrived, he got up and slowly started for the car, but then laid down again. DH ended up carrying him to the car. When we got home he tried to get up, but laid back down again and was sighing. Boy do I know how that feels. DH ended up carrying him into the house. In the same way you just know when your kid isn't being themselves...dear Lou was definitely acting like "I'm just hurting too much to try".
He was very cold, so I covered him with a blanket. He refused water and his favor treats. We considered taking him to the vet, but since it was after hours and his breathing seemed ok, we decide to warm limbs with gentle heat (rice in plastic bag microwaved for 25 sec) and watch him.
Our daughter came over and all of us rubbed and comforted him. He finally started to warm up and then drank a bowl of water. He then fell asleep.
He is doing better today. It is hard to acknowledge that he is getting older and the long cold evening walks probably need to be adjusted. We've made an appointment to have his blood work checked. For all he has done for me, I wish I could figure out how to return the favor better. He has a nature empathy - makes me wonder how long he has been covering his own situation.