Kate’s been revitalized by the Gabapentin our vet prescribed a couple of weeks ago. Many’s the time we’ve anticipated her end of days. We thought she’d never see another winter; wondered about digging a grave out back before the freeze; assumed she’d never make it to age 14, but here she is, 2 ½ weeks from her birthday, hanging in there.
The Gabapentin response surprised me. She didn’t seem in pain, just slow and sleepy and creaky. Clearly there was discomfort, now alleviated. She’s interested in sticks again, shows up with a ball, generally more engaged. I need to pay attention.
Kate’s acceptance of and adaptations to her aging process are models of grace. Never complain. Take your time. Approach stairs slowly, one paw at a time. Keep to the comfortable path; avoid territory that tangles you up. Run and play when you feel up to it. Sleep a lot. Express love for your family. Enjoy treats. Look people in the eye. Accept help.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.